Went back to my favourite Sugarloaf/Harold Reid reserve the other day. Lovely sunny arvo, with the sweet sweet fragrance of Lomandra sneaking into the Olfactory....
There was a bunch of Sidney Nolans slashing away at their renditions of the spectacular view of the bush carpark (complete with port-a-loo). From memory there was a cubist, a modernist, and one red, bloody and violent, towering inferno-style artwork which was mildly disturbing considering the subject matter.
It was much more relaxing on the other side of the ridge, away from the painters' evil glares. UNTIL I SAW A SIGHT THAT WOULD DRAIN THE FLUID FROM YOUR KNEES.
Now, at first glace this is just the whopping flowering stem of the Erythrorchis cassythoides that I mentioned in my maiden post.
This year it has produced another flowering stem up the other trunk. How splendid, I hear you say.
But if you look closely you will see that it has been interfered with. Meddled with. Tied up with string to the Angophora. You can't do that, it's breaking the rules!
This has completely destroyed the magic. It has introduced a disgusting, vile, human element to what is otherwise a gob-stopping natural occurrence. Gone is the secrecy, the wonder and the mystery, and in its place a hideous reminder of Homo sapien and his never-ending quest to diddle with his environment. LET IT BE.
There was an 'inferior' flowering stem running along a log next to the tree that has a completely different form....
Woohoo!!!
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