Writing nature on the Bogong High Plains Beside my bed in my inner-city Melbourne home is an antique cupboard. In its drawers are faded sarongs from Bali, hand-woven shirts from Oaxaca and San Cristobel, well-worn jumpers from Carlton. On top of the cupboard, among bottles of perfume and bits of jewellery, is a photograph, dog-eared and dusty from too many years without a frame. In the photograph a spider's web is suspended between two branches.…
