Adelaide River
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The Adelaide river runs north to south near Kakadu National Park.
Famed for its pristine waters, fishermen flock there to catch
barramundi, a fish not unlike our snook, which weighs up to 30
lbs. -- and even larger ones are caught. Steve Timmons, fishing
guide, photographer and poet shared the river he loves with us.
We thought we were just going to fish and photograph wildlife
- we did. We also had wonderful conversations with Steve and
Paul about books, music and life. We parted good friends. |
The Adelaide river at dusk with its bamboo-lined banks. |
Steve gives us pointers on catching barramundi. |
First we catch the bait - tiny catfish. |
Paul Manee suggests another bait, a huge cherabin crayfish. |
It worked! A barra' for dinner. |
Steve's fishing camp is 50 km upstream and well worth the trip! |
Four cabins on tiny Goat island, a haven of solitude in the bush. |
Thank you Steve for a great experience! |
Stephen Timmons
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My Island
By Stephen Timmons
The weekend rush is over.
The river is returning to normal.
The tide is coming in, the sun's going down,
The Barra are chomping and the bamboo is falling down.
The morning sun will wake me from a cool night in the dry.
I'll rub my eyes and scratch my head and think - shit! -
How lucky am I?
I live in the wetlands, on an island where I can walk around
naked and show no tact.
I can wonk it if I want to, there's so much to do, but I think
I'll go fishing and take a photo or two.
I line up the boat and head out on the water, remembering the
Smiling face of my daughter.
I'll head down stream for a few miles I think, to where I saw
Flashes of mangrove jack pink.
I'll throw the cast nest and catch me a Leed, I really only
Take what I need.
I'll drift back slowly and take a few snaps, maybe next year
I'll sell one - perhaps.
Well, its back to my island to do some chores, my life sucks,
How about yours?
Poems by Stephen Timmons
Email: goodfellow@bigpond.com.au |
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Darwin
By Stephen Timmons
A long way from home and traveling alone,
Yet feeling a long way from lonely.
Seeing new places, making new friends,
A well-being I had dreamt of only.
The deep blue sea, the wide brown lands,
A lot less people, yet more shaking hands.
Long summer days and no winter nights
Knock-em down winds and lightning strikes.
Long desert highways, pandanas and palms,
And the sun every day browning my arms.
It's nice to know that I'm welcome here
With the spirit of adventure that I love so dear.
So pack up my things and back here I'll be,
There's a new life waiting for my camera and me.
Email: goodfellow@bigpond.com.au |
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