Prevailing wind

There is a distinctive change in landscape at the Tropic of Capricorn. South of the line everything becomes civilised again, or maybe be it just seems that way because it's stopped being so very hot.

This part of the country has a richer history than towns like Karratha, which was established 30 odd years ago to support the mining industry, and feels contrived and soulless.

This is wheat and sheep country. On the coast the onshore prevailing wind has distorted every tree between Kalbarri and Jurien Bay. If ever I went looking for how a tree bends in the wind, then I've found it.