Day 310. Reaching in to fill the negative space… (They do say that nature abhors a vacuum?)
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 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 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.