Night falls away, the mist disperses and the sun slowly begins to rise over the peaceful Yellow Waters Billabong at Kakadu. Each dawn, an incredible awakening occurs here on the floodplain. A symphony of birdsong is heard and the waters themselves begin to teem with life in a ritual virtually unchanged since the dawn of time. That is why I have called this shot “Kakadu Dreaming”, but there is also another reason: There are countless things here that an indigenous person might see that our white man’s eyes would entirely miss.