It’s strange to be in one of the world’s last temperate rainforests and only see dryness. To hear the earth crunching underfoot instead of that soft, slippery suction of mud grabbing boot. Monolithic trees 800 years old tower above creaking and cracking, as if they can sense their impending doom. Unprotected against man, the bulldozers march in without a care. When water starts falling from above, will it be the rain tumbling from the sky, or the tears of nature saying goodbye. SAVE THE TARKINE!