2017 Trip to Tassie Posters

I always take photo of all the places I visit with these grand plans to do something with them. I then get distracted by the next idea that pops into my head and never get around to do anything with the images. I found some photographs I took during a roadtrip around Tassie in 2017 and thought I would put them to some use, finally.

One crisp afternoon, as we were driving from the west coast to Hobert, the sun lit up this paddock with incredible orange hues. The light and shadow created some nice shapes amongst this rural landscape.

After a night of heavy rainfall we were greeted with the most incredible waterfall at Nelson Falls.

It was a gloomy day on our way to Strahan and these moody mountains came out of nowhere and towered over us. I was compelled to stop and capture these beautiful sculptures. 

It was an eery morning when we arrived in Queenstown, Tasmania. Not a person in sight. You couldn't see the pitched roofs of the houses from all the low bearing mist rolling through the town. We pulled up to 'The Gravel' - Queenstown's AFL oval constructed in the 1880s. Surrounded by these misty mountains, the entire field is a foundation of, you guessed it, gravel. A terrifying place to play any type of contact sport.

I spent a crisp winter afternoon wandering the streets around Battery Point in Hobart. Observing all the heritage homes I could never afford, the afternoon sun light ignited the dying leaves on this tree. I stood there for a moment and pondered its simple beauty. Too many colours to comprehend.

There was an eery aura and great sense of unease in Port Arthur when I visited, and rightly so... 35 people were killed and 23 wounded on April 29, 1996. A confusing juxtaposition of beauty and ugliness surrounding the place. From the lush green fields hugging the heritage ruins, to the devastating events that unfolded there. But through all the sadness and darkness, there was some light that came from this tragic event. Australia has world leading (and logical) gun control laws that every other country should model from.

Laying on Short Beach one crisp afternoon, I found myself observing this lonely cloud, drifting across the open blue sky. Over the space of a couple of minutes, the cloud put on a brilliant show, morphing from a racoon riding on the back of a turtle, to an eagle carrying a handbag. The afternoon sun highlighted the clouds performance with milky oranges and pinks. And to answer your question - no, I hadn't consumed any psychedelics.