The last light of the day is always the best, made warmer by its slow farewell.
Day 20. Tasmania.
One more day. One more moment of simple, quiet reflection. We are half way now, although the days might blur a little here…
Day 18. Tasmania.
Will life be as uncomplicated there as it is here? Will I miss the simple things?
Day 330. You can see the rhythm of the ocean too; the gentle valleys and the corrugated ridgelines, small deltas of sand forming and eroding under the push and pull of water, and currents, and time.
Day 112. I call this one ‘schism’. While riding my scooter one day, I came across this beach, where someone(?) has placed a whole lot of driftwood upright in the sand. Now, some of these pieces are really large – easily 3 metres tall when they are sticking up… who did it? And why? And how can I thank them for providing such great photographic inspiration? I think I need to go back though… this doesn’t quite evoke the right feeling for me… there’s more of the story of this site to be told. I just hope it will last long enough for someone (maybe me?) to tell it…
[OM-D, Panasonic 14mm f/2.5.]