Two survivors and a maybe.

The fringe lilly should be ok as it grows from a smallish (edible) tuber, and grows as a short vine. I think that it is one of the nicest looking bush plants.

The growth on the rocks, being generally on the top and possibly protected from radient heat may be ok. Incidentally, due to the slow growth rate I would consider this specimen as "old growth" and worthy of the same conservation status as old growth forests.

I once told someone, (who I thought had the right values), about a special camping place that I had found, near a waterfall at the top of a hill. When they came back they told me proudly how they had cleared the moss in an area so they could sleep there...WTF!! The moss in this spot was about two inches thick and looked like the most special green carpet you could imagine - I always took especial care not to scuff or dislodge it in any way.

I have never told anyone else of the locations of my special spots - fuck em. They don't deserve to know.

Back to the subject....

The Orchid however, has very small seeds and an intense blaze may destroy them. They also live amongst the rocks so maybe they will come through.

Time will tell.

Yeh I know, more fire photos, but the landscape is so alien looking and bare after a big fire and there are other interesting things.

The bush shows some forgotten treasures, such as the old milk can, now rid of undergrowth and exposed.

The trees are doing their thing and epicormic shoots are appearing, so that they can get on with life.

These shoots will alter the nature of the timber in that in a few years, if harvested, the timber will display a 'birdseye' feature - each eye showing the location of a shoot after an intense fire.

Some of trees that are burnt match sticks are 30+ meters high. Fuck being there when it came through - granite boulders have split from the heat..

Danger still lurks in smouldering stumps, whose roots burn slowly under the ground, waiting for a waywood wind or foot to enter the coals.

Soon the bush will re-cover its secrets.....

Talking with a few crew the other day, about our charming (not so) local indigenous brothers who have decided to relocate themselves to near our neck of the woods. Apparently they have a history of being moved on, from a vast and entensive range of (I'd image now thankful) neighborhoods.

From what I've heard I'm glad I'm not in their street- I think that we would have issues.

What do you do to emphasise to your fluctuating numbers of neighbors, any where between 30 - 60 of them, all on the piss, twenty four seven, that maybe they should just give it a rest?

Recently a group of them, one with a home made spear, invaded a backyard barby- they got the shit punched out of them for their efforts - then come back with the rest of the mob and trashed the house.

What do you do when they have a mob of kids wagging school and stealing shit, as the norm?

What do you call a heap of these cunts, (well if there is more than three of them)?

Just as you have a flock of geese, a mob of roos, a pod of dolphins and a mischief of mice , you have a drunk of boongs.

The hills that you see are made mostly from the rocks in the photos, smooth (and mixed with gem stones) on the flat, or like opaque razors, blasted from the ground by lightning strikes, or maybe the chippings from 40 0000 years of making stone tools, on the hills. Maybe the chippings are the hills, built from an initial rock vantage point. (Not really, they are initially the result of a previously submerged oceanic landscape - old reefs - fossils - good spot to sit when it's not as wet. )
Sitting at the top in this spot. There is no manmade noise. Only the wind.
Another couple of months and I'll hit the track again. Yeehar!!

All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Rackorf a dull boy.
But ya get that.

By the way, wasn't the hotel in the flick a magnificent looking place. Any one live near it?

Maybe I'm back....