Pindan Dust

Long distant travels on red dusty roads are a signature of the Aussie outback. The fine dust gathers in a cloud, billows into the air enveloping everything in its path, and then gently lands on, and in everything. 

All efforts to remove it are in vain as in time it reveals itself lurking in some nook or cranny. It silently awaits discovery in the most unlikely places and welcomes you with a grin, whispering ‘I’m still here!’

It triggers memories; the feeling of soft dust underfoot and red ochre etched into your soles. I begin to ask myself, “Now, where would home be?” as I begin to hum Burt’s tune … There’s always something there to remind you.