"Black stump Try BLACK STUMP not burnt shheeeeshhh its not that hard."
The black stump is not so much a signpost, it is a state of mind. The edge of the earth where the sailing ship topples over; the place where civilisation draws its last line with a stick.
However, I am awed by its strange beauty. The blackness of the burnt stump of trees too large to completely vaporize in the fire. The sharp lines of the deadblack Manzanita bushes against the white and tan sandy soil. A stunningly naked land. Yet the absence of sounds tells me that there is no life here. Welcome to Australia!
Ps. If you wish to engage in a bit of bare knuckle fitin, check out ?'Getting a rise out of someone' in the General forum. A bunny could use a little help. :wink: