Bushfire and Athletics

I woke up the other morning to an eerie looking sight - the town seemed to be covered by fog, which is just a little unusual in the tropics. However my nose and my burning eyes soon convinced me that it was not fog at all, but smoke from a mearby bushfire.



It got progressively worse over the next two hours, and by 8:15am it lloked like we would have to cancel the athletics carnival we had planned for that morning. However a breeze blew up, and by 9am it had cleared enough for us to get started.





That night the fire was still going, and the glow was lighting up the sky long after the sun had set.


I woke up before sunrise the next morning and went out to see if I could get some decent shots of the sunrise. None of them turned out as anything spectacular, but whilst I was there I was struck by the number of camp dogs around. There are always dogs roaming the streets in many Aboriginal communities, but they were really out in force this morning. There were eight or so lazing around just outside my fence, and I saw two other packs just as big roaming in the distance.