“Don’t die in the Outback.”
“But we want to find some flowers.”
Such was the advice we received when we asked advice as we contemplated a slight detour into the red Australian Outback en route to Karratha.
Ok, so we weren’t looking just for flowers, but if you have ever contemplated becoming a flower chaser, plan a trip to Western Australia in wildflower season. If more people could do this the world would be a better place. A trip to the outback in wildflower season defies all stereotypes and is a metaphor for life. One can see that the dessert regions of the world are not some colorless, bleak spot to be exploited. The color speaks with a loudness that one can hear in the uninhabited wilderness. I love the outback. I love the grandiose, ‘hard to grasp just how big it is’ notion. And for a for brief moment in time, I am a small moving part of the landscape.
So, since we didn’t die in the outback, this past week I was looking through some photos and got completely caught up in the flowers of WA. I only wish I could have spent weeks driving around searching for flowers and finding these amazing landscapes. Often times I get caught up in animal diversification, but in the world of botany species diversification and conservation is just as important. We can lose a flower species just the same as we can have a bird go extinct.
Ptilotus Mulla Mulla.