After the forest fire, orange scars are revealed through the weight of gentle rain sloughing ashy layers from remaining trees. These Xanthorrhoea trunks appear molten, melted, their curled tendrils a relief from the tired lines of a destroyed forest showing no signs of recovery. They are traumatised yet elegant, beautifully burned.
It is a surreal landscape, stripped of life. Climate change, drought, land clearing and weather all hold blame but ultimately, we are the greatest threat. Our denial grows as nature’s resilience weakens, and we continue as if in a dream.