On Sunday, 12th January 2013, a bushfire (named Wambelong) escaped from the Warrumbungle National Park. It swept through Wheoh, killing wildlife, burning the canopy, and the 38 year old hand-made house built on a small sandstone rise among scribbly gums (E. rossii). The event is most eloquently expressed by my daughter, Bonnie, In Memoriam (15th January 2013) and The Lonely Bones (19th January 2013).
Our family, as well as ocassional visitors, were accustomed to recording their observations in hand-written journals (dating back to 1975). The volume covering the years 2011-2013 was lost in the fire as well as a memory painting (repainted above). In July 2013, the process of rebuilding began. This, more fire-proof, publicly accessible repository, consists of an ongoing series of 3 minute 25 second videos (with occasional written posts) in an attempt to capture the resilience of a fire ecology. It is intended to delight anyone attracted to the serenity of reclusion, and the process of making things out of what comes to hand. If there is a guiding principle: it is a sense of gratitude that nothing lasts, is finished, or is perfect.
Time passes. For me Wheoh continues to be a place of enchantment. Thoughts on my own sense of belonging are here: In Place and also in The Story of the Stone. Global Warming is changing the landscape. In 2019, drought records were broken with a mere 167.6 mm annual rainfall (average 600 mm). See 134 years of data 1886-2020.
On the 12th January 2013, we were burnt out by a bushfire and my daughter, Bonnie, wrote In Memoriam and The Lonely Bones. Here you will find an ongoing series of 3 minute 25 second videos (occasional written posts) about the rebuilding process...