Left the thriving metropolis of Brisbane early on Thursday morning at 9am heading out to the Isa (as locals call it) - put the headphones on thought I might view the film about a lady with the same name as me, Robyn and the doco about her crossing the desert with her camels.
But as I look out the window of our plane, there are a lot of changes as we move further inland.
The hills which look like plasticine, so I have had to take a photo of these. The browns, creams and orche colours which fascinate me so as the journey goes on, I find myself taking so many photos.
By the time the plane had landed in the Isa I had used all the charge in my camera. I hope you folk find the pictures as fascinating as I did.
I photographed them through the window of the plane which on the far shots looks as if I have touched them up, but these are how they looked to me and my camera. The only touch up I have done was to crop them so the plane wing or the window cannot be seen.
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Hills that look like plasticine
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It is hard to imagine that this has been taken from the Qantas economy window. The red iron in the photos became more prevalent.
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