Ghost Gum BW

Out past the last fence line, where the red dirt cracks and the heat sits heavy, this old ghost gum stands completely alone. Its pale bark almost glows against the dark scrub, like bone against shadow. I shot it in black and white because colour felt like a distraction. Stripped back to light and form, the tree becomes something older, a quiet witness that has watched this country longer than any of us. I called it Ghost Gum because that's exactly what it felt like: a presence more than a tree, standing guard over an empty land.