Not long ago, floodwaters tore through river mouths and bushfires scorched the hinterland along the Great Ocean Road. The news spoke in the language of damage — erosion, closures, blackened ridgelines.
And so I found myself returning to my portfolio of Loch Ard Gorge, searching for the coast as I had known it.
How impossibly green it was.
The cliffs rose in stratified gold and cream, their crowns softened by thick coastal scrub, spilling toward the Southern Ocean in windswept abundance. The grass along the headlands glowed almost luminous against the limestone, and the air seemed clear enough to ring. Below, the sea pressed and withdrew in long turquoise breaths, polishing the narrow beach where history still lingers in the name — a quiet echo of the 1878 shipwreck that gave the gorge its story.
Looking back now, those images feel like fragments of another season — before fire traced the ridges in ash, before floodwater muddied the inlets. In those captured moments, the gorge stands untouched: verdant, resilient, carved by time yet serene in the pause between tempests.
The coast changes, as it always has. But in memory — and in photographs — Loch Ard remains vividly, defiantly green.
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