The drought is dragging on. Our city and country gardens are dying even though we sneak a bit of water to them every now and then (against the rules of 3 hours of dripper water only per week). But there's something so very South Australian about the yellows of the dried grasses, the clear blue skies, the wide horizons (even in the city) and the dry heat that feels like an oven when you go outside. On the other side of the Adelaide Hills, in the rainshadow, there are outcrops of granite and the land is ancient and farms dot the landscape. Here are a few photos of the landscape. It's dry but it speaks to me and is imprinted in my heart. Old-man eucalypts dot the hills. The one above is estimated to be 800 years old. Their barks old and wrinkled in muted earth tones of grey, brown and beige and even a little pink.
Monday, January 26, 2009
South Australian Drought
The drought is dragging on. Our city and country gardens are dying even though we sneak a bit of water to them every now and then (against the rules of 3 hours of dripper water only per week). But there's something so very South Australian about the yellows of the dried grasses, the clear blue skies, the wide horizons (even in the city) and the dry heat that feels like an oven when you go outside. On the other side of the Adelaide Hills, in the rainshadow, there are outcrops of granite and the land is ancient and farms dot the landscape. Here are a few photos of the landscape. It's dry but it speaks to me and is imprinted in my heart. Old-man eucalypts dot the hills. The one above is estimated to be 800 years old. Their barks old and wrinkled in muted earth tones of grey, brown and beige and even a little pink.
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