All sorts of things are standing by the railway track hours after Ulaanbaatar has dissolved and the steppe has reclaimed the landscape. Camels. Horses. Plastic bags. Every now and then a lone Mongolian appears outside the window, seemingly hours, possibly days away from civilisation. There’s never a car or horse or motorbike near them. The desolate landscape stretches away in every direction.
Whilst shooting a documentary for Yorta Yorta Nation and the Broken River CMA, I decided to have another go at timelapsing the stars. Bumped up the exposure and with the warmer weather, managed to get about five hours of shooting.