“A bump on the head - howling down the chimney; release me”
- Radiohead
Today Kinglake was green and lush and the smell of damp bark and mountain air was a relief after weeks in the city. Black stumps and burnt, skeletal fingers clawing at the hillside were ghostly reminders of Mother Nature’s destructive cycle. Beneath my feet, the earth was alive. Above me, the heavens warned of storms to come.
Nice pictures. Rather be there than Miami, FL
Thank you Tracie. I love going to places like this, just to remind myself how beautiful and powerful nature is.