The bush tumbles down to the water’s edge, unruly and thick with fern and scrub. Beneath the tangled growth, a still creek lies blue and bright, reflecting sky and shadow. Its surface ripples only slightly, disrupted by the memory of wind or a dragonfly’s wings. Stoney Creek is alive in fragments—light caught in water, the whisper of leaves, and the untamed shapes of the Australian wilderness.
The bush tumbles down to the water’s edge, unruly and thick with fern and scrub. Beneath the tangled growth, a still creek lies blue and bright, reflecting sky and shadow. Its surface ripples only slightly, disrupted by the memory of wind or a dragonfly’s wings. Stoney Creek is alive in fragments—light caught in water, the whisper of leaves, and the untamed shapes of the Australian wilderness.
