Last Updated on September 15, 2014 by Red Nomad OZ
The silence intensified the colours.
Cool greys melded with ochre, rust and purple; rock layers folded and blended in harmonious tranquillity as evening shadows lengthened.
Then ringing from the rocks and echoing around us, a wild, sad cry. Again and again, the air reverberated with a sound so pure and perfect unshed tears brightened my gaze.
Soaring above our lookout perch, then far below into the pit.
Circling high, then plunging down the sheer rock wall to perch on its cliff-edge nest. And all the while, that free and savage cry. Safe from predators, afraid of nothing, for nothing could conquer this man-made citadel.
Then, slowly emerging from the cave mouth 150 metres below us, a car. Its smallness offset by the gloriously coloured immense cliff face as it climbed the winding road, while the falcon soared above, shrieking a challenge.
Then both were gone, leaving us alone with the silence.
And a perfect moment at Cobar
‘s open-cut mine!
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