We plod along 400 metres of track and road in pitch darkness, listening to the cracking of branches and dry leaves as wallabies scamper away. On arrival at the homestead, we are setting up when there is the unmistakeable bellowing of a bull close by. Could it be a testosterone fuelled Mickey with a grudge against photographers? Robert remembers he forgot to lock the gate. Gen feverishly gets her shots.
We make haste to return and along the way note fresh hoofprints in the bulldust. Just a few more metres and we spy the welcome outdoor awning light of the motorhome in the forest clearing. All good, this time.
In the morning, the Mickey pays us a visit. Wow, he looks part rhino, part bison, this is a cheeky boy indeed, he is totally freaked out by us and gallops away, nothing personal after all!
In the morning, the Mickey pays us a visit. Wow, he looks part rhino, part bison, this is a cheeky boy indeed, he is totally freaked out by us and gallops away, nothing personal after all!
During the day, we soaked up the aura of the Old Laura Homestead, a Queensland beauty of rough hewn pioneer architecture with its huge mango trees, resting Blitz truck, finely carpentered posts for the cattle yards, just broadcasting the variety of all the changes since its founding in the late 1800s.
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Old Laura Homestead, Lakefield National Park, Cape York, Bull, Night Photography
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