I woke on the morning of day 3 of my outback photo trip in a freezing tent at a campsite on the banks of the Bogan river near the own of Nyngan.
I ventured forth, not needing to add clothing against the chill since I'd slept in several layers and a beany. It was a fine morning.
Although the purpose of this trip was to practice street photography in the towns of the outback I had packed the digital gear for just such an occasion. I made my way to the river and shot the sunset.
Later that day we arrived in the town of Wilcannia. It's one of those outback towns that has a ring about it and I wanted to visit. As we rolled up we came across a kangaroo and several emus roaming the streets. This is not normal; the drought across NSW had brought them into town in search of food and water.
Wilcannia is a sadly run-down place. I was learning that the prosperity of a town can be measured by the number of pubs. Wilcannia has one and that looks shut until you find the side door and the one customer; an Irishman by the name of Jim
As darkness fell, we found a spot at a campsite, once more on the banks of a river; this time the Darling. My companion, Steve, rustled up dinner and, as the moon rose over the river, I decided to shoot it behind the gum trees around the tent.