Solastalgia
I have been wandering through a rain-soaked landscape that still smells of fire and black — a forest burnt beyond recognition. A sense of solastalgia as I walk as softly as possible. I feel like this land can’t take much more, not even the footsteps of a single human walking. And yet there is also a sense of hope (faint) — an immense feeling of wonder for the trees that are defiantly coming back to life. The red of new growth appears illuminated against the grey storms and burnt black land.
Murramarang National Park
35°37'29.6"S 150°18'51.6"E
Murramarang National Park
35°37'29.5"S 150°18'51.8"E
Murramarang National Park
35°37'29.6"S 150°18'51.6"E