Smelly; an awkward word to photograph. I went through my files, finding many sweet smelling flowers. Perfumed but not smelly.
Until I came across something from my outback journeys.
It is an unfortunate fact of life that, as one of the protagonists of The Poisonwood Bible, discovered, “The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no choice. It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep.“
Unpleasant as this picture may be to some, it is a reminder of the source of our Big Macs and our Hot Dogs. We eat dead animals and dead plants. Being human we disguise the smell of death with spices and marinades and cooking.
In Australia, kangaroos have not adapted well to roads. Many die after losing arguments with road trains.
But those messy deaths have led to an increase in the population of the Great Southern Land’s largest Raptor, the Wedge Tailed Eagle.
Without them, driving in Australia’s outback would become VERY smelly.