The reds and the ochres of the earth surrounding the town can seem like a vast movie set recreating a spacecraft landing in Mars, or a savage ecological blight. I feel my throat tighten with emotion. The red dirt is what our family remembers most. No matter what colour your garment was for any chosen social engagement, you came home red. The colours of this place are foremost, infernally beautiful.
(Tim Rogers, ‛Kalgoorlie’, Detours)