At Anthony Pelchen's property (co-host and co-organiser) near Quandong.
There were plenty of strange and particular sounds being offered up to the starry night. I had found a bone, which I discovered made quite a screeching scream when dragged forcefully across fencing wire. I was hearing sounds of people running, intermittent radio static and chatter, things being dragged on the dry earth, distant yelling voices, low mumblings, the source and location of these sounds a mystery in the darkness, yet somehow there was a sense of intimacy and focus even across significant distances.
photo Elnaz Sheshgelani