thomas m wilson

This is the path along the Swan river in Peppermint Grove. Melaleuca in bloom in the foreground.

Before I moved to Fremantle I was living further up this river, on its northern side. I often found my looking at the crassly ostentacious houses of the rich and thinking what a waste of resources they’ve heaped up into a pile. The people they vote into power prioritise economic growth. My t-shirt explains the rest (if you don’t live in Australia, Lib-Nat is an acronym of the ruling federal party of right-wing henchmen).

I find myself much more at home on the banks of the river beside a young tea tree than clamped behind gates of steel.

This picture below is of John Forest National Park in the hills behind Perth. John Forest was a former premier of Western Australia, as well as being a bit of a man of the land. If we’ve forgotten most things about him, we remember him gratefully for this park. Granite boulders here are hundred of millions of years old.

A couple of months ago my local patch of dirt staged one of the largest floral displays on planet earth.