The bus rumbles all the way to Woomera ; in the quiet town centre crows call to one another and a distant dog barks . These are the things that linger in my mind, the sounds, and the feel of desert sand through my fingers, cratered rocks and weathered timber.

A photo only captures a fragment of my experience, images only a fraction of my memories.

We journeyed into the South Australian Desert in a mini bus with a hand made trailer bumping along behind us. Despite the fact we were all architecture and landscape students and this was a design studio no architecture was studied and plants were left undocumented. We painted instead, watercolours on rolls of paper, red earth and crushed leaves.

Our first day in Woomera we visited the Detention Centre. A metal cage in the middle of nothing. The buildings were curiously decorated with murals, a speck of colour in all that concrete.

Whilst watching one of our tutors goosing around with the soldiers on guard (one guess who he is in the photo) I heard some ghostly music , a strange howling whistle and a rhythmic ‘clank clank’. On further investigation I discovered the strange music was coming from wind blowing through a hollow metal fence post with holes up the sides and the clanking of chains against a post in the carpark. This made me think about how much of memory is not visual, but auditory. How silent a photograph is. I decided that auditory memory would form part of my final project, a sensorial journey through the desert.