20/20 Project: Day 16, Tasmania

Day 16. Tasmania.

Not many days left now… and I still find myself contemplating what we might mean by ‘old’ and ‘new’ here; is the convict-built house old? Or the tree, planted some time later? Or is ‘old’ the hills, the grass, the history etched into the ground since long before us? And what does ‘old’ mean in the city? Do we make it, or do we find it?

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20/20 Project: Day 16, Tasmania

20/20 Project: Day 15, Tasmania

Day 15. Tasmania.

Beauty exists on every scale here; from the unique stripes on a leaf, standing out in a sea of green, through to the play of light bursting through clouds and selecting just the right spot to warm. And I’m leaving it behind – for what kind of beauty? I don’t know. Yet. But I’m convinced that every place has its magic – we just need to learn to see it. That learning starts next week.

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20/20 Project: Day 15, Tasmania

20/20 Project: Day 14, Tasmania.

Day 14. Tasmania.

A quintessentially Tasmanian image. Bold colours; simple colours. Trees, grass, clouds, and so much sky. Natural and constructed, wrapped around each other with an easy unconsciousness. And it’s all within 10 minutes of a decent sized town. So much to miss when I’m no longer here. And because it’s so easy to find, and so much everywhere here, does that mean I won’t even notice that it’s gone? We’ll see; soon.

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20/20 Project: Day 14, Tasmania.