Darkened clouds and melancholy skies

There is a lure of the dark and stormy that is hard to define. A pull, an almost blank slate of ideas where anything is possible. Imagination seems to heightened, of which is always a good thing. My imagination on a sunny day…ahhh, it’s really just not the same. Give me bleak, cold, wet, shades of grey misery and the words, they can be coaxed out.

Settle in, and I’ll tell you a story….


As the boat pulled away from the dock, any other colours seemed to slip away along with it. Behind us, the trailing flag billowed- like a hopeful sea flare, a last shot of colour across a melancholy sky.

Time had reversed and dragged me along with it. Now onboard with three strangers I stood. Ready and waiting for the expectant onslaught of shots soon to break out. Their names were known to me but their faces I was new to recognising. My cold clammy hand was offered on meeting, as together…

Yes we would do this.



The island loomed large and it was with shuffled wet feet the four of us made our way across. Eyes darting from left to right, this was the place alright. The place we had heard of from long before.

As the darkened clouds paused in their rainy offerings, the sheer size of the cold place loomed ahead. Vast cavernous spaces that made me pull my thin woollen sleeves just that bit closer.

Dark and scarred lines at every turn. The whispers of others long gone were within these walls. Trapped on bench tops, and stuffed in slots, their stories were all there. Just waiting. Waiting to get out.



With lingering feet we traipsed on, the buildings continuing to rise out of the mud. As the day had dawned hours beforehand, my nerves had threatened to knock over my obligatory last cup of tepid tea. Not now though. My nerves seemed to have dissolved into the very mud in which our feet had slid into. Instead a peacefulness sat inside, an almost contentment.

While I knew only vaguely of what was to come next, what I did know was that I was with like minded souls. Strangers we had been but together we would do this, together we were going to take the shots and take it all in as it fell around us.


cityhippyfarmgirl.comWith fingers looped through fencing, and thoughts left to drift alone. A lone seagull seemed to watch on, also taking it all in. It was almost like he knew.

He knew what was to come.

A boats horn bellowing in the distance heralded the inevitable.

It was time.


To my other bloggy buddies that also think dark and stormy days are exciting. You guys rock. For my readers who would like to see some other wonderful versions of the same day see here at…

The Bowerbird Girl

Strawberry Jam Sandwiches

What Katie Did Next






27 thoughts on “Darkened clouds and melancholy skies

  1. Can I just say Brydie when I woke up this morning I went ‘it’s Sunday, Brydie said her post would be up Sunday’. Short stop at the coffee machine, then straight to the desk. You didn’t disappoint lady (not that I ever thought you would). It’s always a good start to the day when there’s one of your stories to be whisked away with. As much as I love the light, I equally love it when it’s lacking. I’m so very excited about the prospect of the upcoming dark months unlocking the imagination.


    • It’s a whole different ball game isn’t it playing with dark. And anything that unlocks imagination is a good thing….always.
      (ps. and looking forward to the next time we play with cameras.)


  2. Did I tell you that I almost chickened out on our wonderful day? I made 101 excuses as to why I should stay at home…it was too difficult to get to, too rainy, too cold, too far away, too unknown. I’m so glad that I put my ‘brave girl’ face on and made the journey. Such great memories, great photo ops, and great new friends. Your words and images are, as always, exquisite! Flick x


  3. Cockatoo Island is such an incredible place; right in your backyard too. Always look forward to your posts, Brydie…so intriguing with a touch of mystery but factual. Haha, as you can see writing is not my forte but you know what I mean:)


    • Katie it’s choking in stories that place. Prison of sorts yep- convicts, reform school, ship building, not to mention being closed for 100 years as well. An intriguing place that’s for sure.


  4. I love this Brydie – so atmospheric and I agree that dark, mysterious days are SO much more inspiring than sunshine!


  5. I only made it to Cockatoo Island once while I was in Sydney. I was amazed at the place and how it has just been left, seemingly untouched, for many years. A great place to explore and take photographs.

    I can’t help thinking that one day it will change which would be a shame…


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