This is a digital reworking of a photo I took of an area of granite boulders near Pingelly, on the wheatbelt, east of Perth, Western Australia.
We came across this paddock of huge boulders quite by accident but both of us could see that there were frog images very visible in most of the rocks. I add in “both of us” as my husband is far less likely to see images in rocks than I am, but even he could see the frogs clear as day.
It was a very peaceful area – when you walked in you felt the outside world drop away as if you’d entered a bubble where life on the rest of the planet faded away. The boulders were massive which really makes you marvel at the huge forces that created them so many millions of years ago.
I don’t know what the perspective would be from an Aboriginal Dreamtime viewpoint, but I did call this sacred space “Frog Dreaming”. I later found out that the totem of Aboriginal tribes in that area was Frog.
I have tried to give some sense of the beautiful, peaceful, other-worldly energies which existed in the small pocket of peace that was Frog Dreaming. I believe important also are the final words of this poem: “and that art is worthless/unless it plants/a measure of splendor in people’s hearts.”
it has taken me
all of sixty years
that water is the finest drink,
and bread the most delicious food,
and that art is worthless
unless it plants
a measure of splendor in people’s hearts.
~ Taha Muhammad Ali ~
(So What: New and Selected Poems, 1971-2005,
translated by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, and Gabriel Levin)