Day 288. Having walked the 6km around Dove Lake, I took this shot about 30 metres from the end of the journey. Still, it really is a classic walk and it’s never a waste of time!
Far from below – how high can we go?
– “Up From Below” – Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros
Steppin’ into a doorway in my mind,
This is where you live,
It’s where you live,
I forgot the things that I could find,
I have not been in here for years.
Day 284… a slightly different interpretation of ‘available light’! (Because really, who needs the sun anyway?)
Day 283… the quite intriguing and wonderfully-named Secret Falls. I could tell you where it is, but then it wouldn’t be a secret now, would it? (Well, okay, a small hint – it’s on Mount Wellington, above Hobart… and this water runs straight down into the brewery!)
Day 282. This year’s most super moon of all… rising through the slightly smoky layer, as viewed from Table Cape. Those of you familiar with the NW coast of Tasmania might take note of the small ship at the bottom right of the frame – yes, that’s the Toll ship on the way out. Really gives a sense of scale doesn’t it??
Day 281… it was already below zero as we headed to the summit of the mountain. Every now and then we’d catch a glimpse through the trees of the light, spurring us on to the top. And when we arrived, we chipped away the frost and dodged the snow to set up our tripods, drawn to the light like so many moths…
This is Spectra. It shoots straight up for twelve kilometres. It goes higher than commercial airliners. You can see it from almost a hundred kilometres away. Or at least you could – it’s just been turned off. Permanently. So where do the moths go now?
(David, how did yours turn out?)
Day 280. That moment when the sun finally sets, leaving behind just a glow, no more warmth, no more light… Not quite an aurora, and certainly not that green flash when it sets over water, but powerful and moving to see nonetheless…
Day 279. This was a wonderful location, suggested by a good friend (thanks David!)… just minutes away from the centre of Salamanca, and yet so quiet and peaceful, it was like stepping into a different dimension. One of calm, slowness, peace.