The pines have been eliminated. We have achieved herd immunity here at Wamboin. The chance of a cell developing withIn the boundary is now quite remote.
The roots of the pines are displayed at the gate as a warning to saplings thinking of settling here to think again.
The logs extracted from the pines that were pushed over have been redeployed as barriers within the property to underline natural divisions within the property. Those logs which stood so tall are now prone, subservient.
Branches and leaves have been burned. (See earlier post.)
We are not complacent however. Strategies employed must be religiously maintained. Two rogue trees seen today, that had evaded the earlier cull will be processed.
Pines shoot to the sky as the crow flies. There is no gum meandering, no ‘journey’ philosophy evident.
Pines are in a rush. Here at Wamboin, there is no rush.
In this context I would like to present today’s pineless postcard.
Crown 1987
Bowl 12 2011
Air 1990
Boat 1979
Modern Sculpture 1984
Blessed 2004 & 2019