There is no focal point when drawing the bush, just the repeating vertical lines of the grey trunks and the dark stripes of shadows.

Our tiny patch of wilderness is thickly treed. The trees are a rough barked eucalypt, I’m not sure what kind. They filter the sunlight so that when you walk between them on a sunny day, the light becomes quite silvery. The smell of the gum leaves in the heat is dry and sort of cleansing, and after rain it’s the most refreshing perfume you will ever smell.