During various travels to Australia I have visited the heart of Central Australia, the sacred site of Uluru, also know as Ayer’s Rock. Since my first visit I have been ‘enchanted’ by it’s mystical powers. How could I not be. When I arrived for the first time in 1987, all alone in a borrowed car, it started to drizzle. Tourists were running back to their buses and I found myself practically alone on my walk around the base. While the rains were getting stronger, the Rock became darker and more and more amazing. Waterfalls were forming and I could fortunately find some shelter in the, in those days still not fenced caves to open my cameras and switch films.
Here is a selection of what I saw on my four hour walk.