Captivated by Colour

By Madelaine Dickie

 Display of pastels in the boardroom. Our place, Broome. 

Display of pastels in the boardroom. Our place, Broome. 

On the east coast the colours are often muted . . . lots of sombre greens and blues, soft in summer. Up here in the Kimberley, the colour range is completely different. In Broome, there’s that classic turquoise water jammed up hard against red sand. Around Fitzroy Crossing the billabongs are a deep army green, glittering at night with croc's eyes. Up the Peninsula there’s miles of champagne-pale sand and cyan-blue rivers. While Tom’s been busy fishing, I’ve been captivated by landscape.

 Crab Creek, just out of Broome. Looking back over the salt flats. Sweated so hard while working on this one I put holes in the paper. 

Crab Creek, just out of Broome. Looking back over the salt flats. Sweated so hard while working on this one I put holes in the paper. 

 Hunters Creek, Bardi Jawi country. Tom caught a cod and a couple of queenies here. Lunch and dinner sorted!

Hunters Creek, Bardi Jawi country. Tom caught a cod and a couple of queenies here. Lunch and dinner sorted!

 A billabong full of freshwater crocs near Fitzroy Crossing. Apparently, one of my girlfriends backstroked naked across here a few weeks before this picture was done. 

A billabong full of freshwater crocs near Fitzroy Crossing. Apparently, one of my girlfriends backstroked naked across here a few weeks before this picture was done.