Zebras and poisonous caterpillars. That stark black and white just don’t sit right in the environment—like cane toads and capitalism. There’s a golden view to Dripstone Cliffs in the afternoon, set against the urbanization and the industrialization, the ugly-fication, awfulization and cyclone fences. Mountainous clouds in the build-up and the beautiful strangeness of it all. It’s the war years and the hits just keep on coming.