This Queensland rainforest surprised me by really being a palm forest. Their numbers impressed, as did their grass skirts of roots, mossed green.
This one had chosen to double up, to lead the fashion with a midriff top as well as peplum and skirt bottom.
The younger trees kept their roots well grounded; very wise on these soggy slopes.
There were a few other trees in the midst of the palms, like this large eucalypt with upper level hollow accommodation.
But as the walk was called the Booyong Track, it was not surprising to see several of these very large buttressed trees. At first I had mistaken them for the Strangler Figs with which I was familiar from my walks in Wingham Brush.
But I soon realised there were no other trees being harmed in the growth of these… and they were comfortable giving support and a leg up to such vigorous vines as this one.
And then I saw my Strangler Fig, lacing up around its host tree as tightly as any Victorian lady’s corset. Nature can’t be called cruel, but this does look rather murderous…