The Pilbara’s habitually docile sky is performing a rare display of fury. Rain is lashing, thunder cracks and lightning illuminates the landscape as if it were a stage.
It seems fitting, for the country surrounding Fortescue’s Eliwana mine is exquisitely dramatic. The ancient red hills and the gnarled and crusted gullies are dotted with ethereal snappy gums that thrive and sparkle in defiance of the harshness. It’s as though we’re standing at the easel of a Namatjira canvas.
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