sitting quietly

I could forget for a moment that this was a cultural tourist landscape or that its violent colonial history was one characterised by whaling and the dispossession of the Ngarrindjeri people from their country. I could put to one side I don’t even know the Ngarrindjeri or Ramindjeri name for this part of the coast, eg, Kings Beach and Kings Head.

light, rocks, colour

My experience of quietly sitting was one of rejecting the landscape as only scenery to be viewed, but as a material surface where my body was directly involved with the elements of the landscape.  

This immersion is different from the processes of inscription whereby a cultural template (text or image) is used to give meaning to the landscape.