Each time I undertake the journey from Melbourne to the more remote regions of Victoria for rural engagements, I find myself invariably drawn to Lake Tyrrell. Situated near the modest township of Sea Lake, this ancient salt lake never ceases to captivate me, particularly at dusk.
Over the years, I have amassed an extensive collection of photographs—sunsets captured in their full splendour, each image a testament to the lake’s ever-changing disposition. The sky, in its myriad hues of violet, gold, and crimson, reflects upon the mirror-like surface of the salt flats, transforming the landscape into a vast and luminous tableau. It is as though nature has claimed Lake Tyrrell as its canvas, rendering a new masterpiece with every setting sun.
Yet the lake's significance extends far beyond its aesthetic allure. Its name, Tyrrell, is derived from the language of the Boorong people, a clan of the Wergaia nation and the traditional custodians of this land. For thousands of years, they have lived in harmony with this environment, drawing upon the stars for navigation and storytelling, and regarding the lake as a place of spiritual and cultural importance. In their tongue, Tyrrell signifies “sky,” an appellation most fitting for a place where the heavens seem to meet the earth.
With each visit, I am reminded that Lake Tyrrell is not merely a picturesque stop along my route—it is a place steeped in antiquity, serenity, and meaning. It welcomes quietly, yet profoundly, with its timeless beauty and enduring stories.
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Amidst the recent flurry of news concerning tariff disputes, Joel and I have exchanged numerous messages, keeping a vigilant eye on the fluctuations of the stock market. Joel, in particular, finds himself especially unsettled, having made a somewhat premature investment in certain ETFs tied to the U.S. markets. We are both, in essence, enduring a veritable catecholaminergic storm.