There was something so amazing about it, like I had walked onto a movie set of some western from the 1950's or maybe a high production value TV series - like a Breaking Bad or something, streached out before me was a endless salt plain, a dried lake, with the exposure rocks and the strange dry ground which cracked as you walked on it
I keep expecting from tumbleweeds to, well tumble by or maybe a lost horse, but nothing for some reason it was empty, this close to Melbourne and no one here at all it seemed like such a loss.
