|Currawong birds singing in a leafless tree outside my motel room in Canberra, 2016|
|Outside the Kooza tent in Sydney, September 22nd, 2016|
|My Canberra motel room keycard, #2(0)16?|
Room 216: Chasing the Big Fish
As soon as I saw the tree behind this Shaman it immediately reminded me of the tree outside my motel room in Canberra and the currawongs, which looked to me a lot like crows, but sounded nothing like them.
Being from the subtropical Australian state of Queensland I'm not used to having a real winter where trees lose their leaves like most of the trees in Canberra do, so to me it was amusing seeing these skeletal trees, which looked dead (but weren't) and were full of strange birds each morning singing a song not familiar to my ears, because of where I come from.
|A currawong in a tree outside the National Film and Sound archive in Canberra|
|Currawongs on the footpath outside the National Film and Sound archive in Canberra|
|"Take me to where the wind begins"|