a long weekend at Perisher · Snowy Mountains · September 2026
Day Four
The morning after the snow: a blue sky, white on the rocks, and three photographs before the drive home.
Perisher · Snowy Mountains · Sunday 6 September 2026
Seventeen minutes to eleven, Sunday. Poles, rocks, the whole range behind, and the first blue sky since Friday afternoon.
The snow that arrived on Saturday night was still there on Sunday morning, in the shade of the rocks and in the hollows, under a sky that had forgotten the day before. Three photographs came in between three minutes past ten and twenty-four minutes past eleven and no words came with them, so the log will not put any in anyone’s mouth. It will only say that this is what Sunday looked like, and that nobody photographs a tarn on the way to the car unless they have stopped to look at it.
Three minutes past ten: the rocks above the track, white in the lee, the dead trees against a sky with almost nothing in it. Forty minutes later somebody is standing on top with poles and the range laid out behind them to the horizon. At twenty-four past eleven the last frame of the weekend is a pool in the heath with snow on its banks and the rocks reflected in it — and then, presumably, the drive.
Nothing has come in from the road home, which the log takes as a good sign. If anyone has a last line for the weekend — the question, presumably, asked one more time somewhere on the road — the send page is still open, and it goes here.