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2. After fire


While bush fires can be devastating and very frightening, Australian plants have adapted to fire, they regenerate and often use fire to germinate their seed.  I have taken shots soon after fire to watch this miracle of growth go on.

This banksia has used a fire to open its little mouths and spit seeds into the nutrient rich ash below.

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  1. Absolutely fantastic! I've seen a few documentaries about this but your find truly amazes me.

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    1. It was taken a couple of weeks after a big fire went thru Mount Hay a wilderness area. I have lots of wonderful shots taken that day and some taken months after to show how the regeneration was progressing. That was some years ago ... I must go out there again some time to see how it looks now. The vegetation recovers provided there is not more fire too soon after.

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  2. Now this is something I don't see every day, living in the suburbs. I love how many Australian plants have such fascinating shapes.

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    1. After fire everything is down to its skeletal shapes ... I think that is one reason why it is so fascinating for photographers.

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  3. The colours and shapes are gorgeous, Joan. That alone the regeneration process ...

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    1. It's the "red lips" which surprise me in this photo. The regrowth around the burnt stumps was also red which set off brightly against the grey ash.

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