Few people live here, this harsh and ever-changing colour and moodiness that yet stays the same. You can feel the land, the glorious self-obsession that is Earth, as it has been for millennia.
Here is a dry season with animals crowding along evaporating waterways and boggy wetlands. We can see dots of the tracks where survivors daily trek to a lifeline of shrinking water.
As the frail dots of the inhabitants dabble across its face, we are reminded of the awesome power of a planet we think we will control for our own intentions.
Yet Arnhem Land Australia, sitting between the Internationally significant wetlands of Cobourg Peninsular and Kakadu National Park, belongs to a long isolated island content with itself.
It is a land of raw wilderness disguised in nature's own lazy dance, doing as it has done and will so continue long after we are gone, possessive of all things time will not ravage.