It looks so quiet here at this wide natural part of the river.
But the silence here has interruptions.
There is often intermittent popping of gunfire from the nearby rifle range and this makes the silent pauses in between more distinct, more remarkably still.
It’s as though the landscape holds its breath.
It seems if you spend enough time here, those sounds somehow become part of the wide space. The haphazard rhythm its own sort of meditation.
How can this be?
All images © Karen McRae, 2012