"Wilderness thus became the domain of the nobility, an environment where they alone could develop and display a number of artistocratic qualities. Friction arose between the peasants - inhabitants of open, unobstructed outdoor spaces - and the noble occupants of the forest, and that friction persisted as long as the peasant felt excluded from a portion of the landscape that he believed was his by right of heritage."
John Brinckerhoff Jackson, 1994
Tasmanian Forest, Photograph taken by Jennifer Marohasy in May 2005
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Wes has a point: Call it fate what ever, but one day my family were up the river on Reg Morrison’s big Huon pine boat when three adventurers I won’t name paddled out of the mist near the junction with rut sacks full of archaeology that would prove our southernmost cave inhabitancies during the ice age.
There is not a place on earth that has not been trod by fellow man that leaves his calling card everywhere he goes. Sometimes it’s a but, more often bottle glass. Guess we can’t change that.