……around the base…..
Yellow flowers flutter in the light rain. Green melons lie by the side of the road, bloated and misshapen. Some of then are broken leaking a sticky looking flesh that seeps into the red soil. Overnight rain has made the flood-ways run with water, stained as rich a red as the soil that does not hold it. This combination of colours – yellow, green and red – becomes the whole landscape. We leave Kings Canyon and head south towards Uluru and its famous rocks. The four beat swish of the windscreen wipers drops in and out of sync with the music on the radio. In the floodway the water kicks away from the wheels of the cars and foams over the dry sections of road. In the rear view mirror you can see it wash back onto the flooded section of the road. Where the water meets the road, branches and leaves heap up in some counterfeit of a dam. For a short while the tyres sing a sharp whistle as they shed the water drunk by their deep tread. A brown falcon sits on a t