About five years ago I started a project which was going to be a coffee table type book. Photographs and nature writing. Never finished it. I still have plans however...
Anyway, here is a piece from it that I quite like.
Toonumbar
moves again. Seasonal change has found even this isolated remnant of the Big
Scrub. Fruit fall is underway, sprinkling the leaf litter with pinpricks of
colour.
And the air above the canopy fills with the rushing beats of a hundred
pairs of wings, twisting into the branches until the trees begin to bear smoky
grey flowers. The Topknots know when to arrive.
And the old
Carpet Snake knows the increased sun means his winter fast is at an end and
hunting can begin. While the whipbird’s breeding calls echo between the last
surviving trunks of Red Cedar.
And up though the canopy, the blue sky becomes
blanketed by a chromatic silver veneer. Soon there will be thunder and
lightning and wind and warm forest rain. Toonumbar moves again.
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