Over the last few months a strip of nature along a bike track next to the highway has been chainsawed, and bulldozed. The price of progress to widen the highway to enable cars and trucks to travel in greater numbers through the Blue Mountains. Many of the trees were Radiata pines planted at the turn of the century when the Hydro Majestic was built by Mark Foy. The trees had created a small environment of cool, hushed enchantment beneath their lofty old canopies. Down in the tree litter grew toadstools and vines. Birds, insects, reptiles, and Australian native fauna were to be found. This atmospheric abode interlinked lives with nature magic have now been replaced by gangs of Hi-vis clad men in caterpillar tracked diggers and bulldozers. Now the scene is raw torn up dirt, dead branches, tree trunks, holes, dust, ugliness, and everywhere industrial fencing, hi-vis signs, and restricted movement. Having walked this path for many years, I felt some distress for the trees when the destruction began. These paintings are a small helpless lament for the loss. A symbolic mourning cry and farewell to the grand old trees which stood for so long in this area.