As a generalisation, colonising states disregard or override the life and the value of the life of those colonised.
Yet there are always those from among the colonisers who open themselves to their new world.
Mary Quick, about whom I can find nothing, published this book, 'Green Crowns', with The Juniper Press at Burradoo in New South Wales, in 1955. "An account of the native trees on the hills around Robertson, N.S.W.", it seeks to commemorate a landscape unseen by most of its colonisers, and does so in kid gloves.
Finding an old sign advising 'Motor Speed Limit, 6 ( ie 6 miles per hour! ), the author tells how traffic now moves swiftly. "No longer can we recapture the frame of mind that felt life safer at something under six miles an hour". What would Mary think now as we all zoom without restraint?
Discovering this slender book took me home to where my heart is, in a slower world. Me? I am tired of rapidity and the marvels of science, of all of human conquering. Whatever happened to belonging, and to honouring what is given us? To now and here?
Above, 'Coachwoods at Burrawang', one of numerous wood-engravings "made on Turkish boxwood and Australian white beech'.
And here, a botanical drawing of the Coachwood ( Ceratopetalum apetalum ), as drawn by John Quick.
'Green Crowns' talks principally about half a dozen trees indigenous to Robertson and their rightful place in their landscape, despite the compromises colonisation has made them suffer.
Yellow sassafras, above, is one of them. Could it not be said that as we forge our way relentlessly, we human beings neglect the world around us?
Every care has been taken here to present a case simply. Above is Acmena ( now Syzygium ) smithii, a 'lillipilli' or Lilly Pilly, noted for its mauve berries.
And here is 'Brown Barrel' or Eucalyptus fastigata.
It's easy to suppose that environmentalism is a new issue, but the truth is there have always been among us those who care for the world around them regardless of politics and and the investment of power.
Those who speak quietly often have more to say than those who shout.
I know that I can cope with whatever the future throws at me. But if the future is one disconnected from nature, it won't be a better world.