In a way, I find the spirit of rural Australia is reflected in the forms of the landscape. Over time, our story is inscribed on the land and absorbed by all passing by.
A gum in a paddock speaks of an era before the land was tilled, a weathered fence line of order and division, a necessity shaping our modern way of life. Rains bring life, well most of the time anyway, we never quite know what will happen next. We are shaped by the past and prepare for the future. Our character is found in the smallest of details and the largest of spaces. Our life in the landscape, reflected in the landscape itself.
Unfortunately age has its way with us all. I hadn’t been able to visit for a while because of the lockdowns, so was saddened to find this scene in early 2021. I had been half expecting the inevitable for some time though, as a sister tree near by had already fallen and I knew time was ticking. In a way, it’s a fitting end to the short series which speaks of time at its heart.
As far as I know, I am the only one to have photographed this beautiful tree and that’s the joy of photography in the landscape. A chance to discover and be part of the land. If I’m lucky, I may find another picture or two hiding in my collections which will eventually be shown here in tribute. Although I’m saddened, at least she has remained graceful to the end.