Natural splendour, real musics, wines, wordpower
Light aircraft are wonderful things, most especially when one is allowed to open the window whilst flying over a magnificent place, such as Tasmania’s Freycinet Peninsula.
Musically, this post celebrates both an incredible view, and the singular pleasure of being aloft in a small plane, open to the air.
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Those pictured were about to meet the southern edge of Tasmania’s Bruny Island.
The next substantial landmass, thousands of kilometres distant, is Antarctica.
The waves which inspired today’s music broke upon a tropical, Brazilian shore.
Comments closedThe featured image looks approximately south, over Stephens Bay.
The distantmost rocky point is South West Cape – the “corner” of southwest Tasmania.
This post is best viewed/read after its prequel.
2 CommentsBy any reasonable definition, almost all of Tasmania’s Southwest National Park qualifies as “wilderness”.
This post is the fruit of a wonderful walk along a relatively sheltered shore, on Bathurst Channel.
Its sequel will take you to a nearby ocean beach, likewise, far from road or wharf.
Comments closedI live in a sundrenched metropolis. Today has been gloriously wild, intermittently very wet, ever-changing, mostly cool.
Many fellow residents of Perth regard such days as “miserable” or “horrible”, to be endured, not enjoyed…and not at all photogenic.
They are wrong/blind; dry, warm sunny days are not the only “good” kind!
Comments closedThis is a sequel/prequel to previous “Autumn Morning…” post.
This post’s photos were all taken in the eastern end of Bathurst Harbour on 22 March 2018, between 6.29 pm and 8.04 pm.
Comments closedAll photos copyright Doug Spencer. Each is a close view of something wondrous, but easily ignored, reviled as “rubbish”, or dismissed as “dead”.
One CommentAll photos copyright Doug Spencer, taken on morning of March 23, 2018.
Comments closedMost of Tasmania’s Southwest National Park is wilderness – no roads, no internet, no selfie sticks…
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