Spring is stirring up here in the mountains. It was great to walk the tracks of Binna Burra again, after nearly a year of Lamington National Park being closed. So lovely to lose myself in those forests again! The Red … Read More
Along a path strewn with brown fire-killed leaves; dried, drought-killed leaves, and scattered with charcoal and ash – I find this: Opulent pink flowers, freshly tumbled, two hundred or more. While above me springs the parent tree. Leafless, its bare … Read More
These mountains are my home, these forests are my refuge, these rainforests are my sacred place. But climate change is taking this away from me. If my house burns down, I can rebuild it somewhere else. But I can’t rebuild this landscape the same as it was. Not while the weather continues its relentless march into new territory that’s hostile to humans and rainforests alike.