This creek crossing is really important to me know. Do you know the feeling of being away for a long period of time and as you’re heading home, you get to a point, you just know that you’re there – that you’re where your soul belongs?
Well, this is one of my places, that I feel that; Eurielpa Creek. I cross this creek, just before I turn into the driveway of Mum and Dad’s station in the Mid North of SA.
I have the same feeling when I see Dad’s plane coming into land at Esperance, or see a car I know carrying people I love and who I haven’t seen for a long time. It’s the emotion of familiarity, love and many other sentiments.
But it’s these roads and the colour of them, which make them so different to anywhere else that I’ve travelled. I was told when I was younger (and I hope that I’m not being gullible!) that the colours of the roads are due to the amount of ochre in the land. Now, in this particular picture, the roads don’t look that purple… but once they’re wet, they do.
The little soft pebbles that line the bed of the creek, are also purple and when used as a pen, write in purple!
The day of the Red Dust launch, there were a few of us sitting around the table having a coffee talking about the titles of my books, and how we were using a colour theme through them. Mum brought up the colour of the roads and Carolyn and I looked at each other and just said: ‘Purple Roads!’ Hence, the name for my new book.
*this photo was taken by Anne-Marie Ladegaard