If travelling overseas teaches us anything it’s that Australia is pretty amazing and most of us have seen shit all of it.
Decided upon because of its spiritual power, all-encompassing beauty and it’s importance in the Australian culture. It was time to explore and appreciate the land we were so lucky to be born and raised in.
Between the three of us, we had ventured extensively throughout Europe, Asia, Morocco and the states. Yet Uluru was one of the most foreign places I had ever been.
Surrounded by red earth, thriving native plants (despite months of no rain) and large rocks (mountains really) bursting out of the earth with their size, colour, patterns and power.
This land is almost confronting in its beauty.
Everything about this place is contradicting.
It’s scorching hot days that turn into freezing nights. It’s the flat land that reaches the horizon, except for the huge natural phenomenon that is Uluru and Kata Tjuta. It’s the embracing of the Aboriginal culture who own the land, and the tourists who climb all over it.
So it’s no surprise that the photos were also affected. Double exposed, the surroundings seemed to overlap without any intention of doing so.
A fuck up yes, but a beautiful one at that. What was created is far more captivating than anything that could have been constructed in the mind.
Maybe Uluru had something to do with it. It showed us what we needed to see, and proved that it couldn’t be defined by camera.
It’s a place you have to surrender to in order to fully appreciate, but once you do, you have nothing but overwhelming gratitude for home.
All photos by Madison Davies, words by Sophie Irvine.