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Simply put,

I love carrying around a camera, and trying to get people to look into the lens.

Monthly Archives: March 2014

Friendly Beaches Reserve, Tasmania

Friendly Beaches Reserve has free camping.  We used the camping here as a base to explore the amazing Freycinet peninsula.  _DSC9760 “I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.” ― James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves _DSC9752hdr _DSC9657hdr We are so careful not to touch, although once upon a time, I slept plastered to him in our bed, like lichen on a rock. ― Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home _DSC9647_9_adjust _DSC9591_2_adjust _DSC9588_90_adjust _DSC9571

Tessellated Pavement, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Tessellated Pavement is a naturally occurring rock formation which is also a favorite with photographers traveling Tasmania’s Southeastern coast.  Anne and I illegally camped in the parking lot so I could get up before sunrise and take photos.

Tessellate – to form of small squares or blocks, as floors or pavements; form or arrange in a checkered or mosaic pattern.

_DSC9831hdr _DSC9923 _DSC9920hdr _DSC9916hdr _DSC9915 _DSC9911 _DSC9910 _DSC9895hdr _DSC9845hdr“I was hunting for some kind of explanation of how everything fit together.” ― Jostein Gaarder, The Solitaire Mystery

_DSC9842hdr _DSC9837hdr Cape Huay is a hike that starts at crescent-shaped Fortescue Bay.  The 1/2 day hike rewarded us with views of the bay and inestimable drops along the Cape.

_DSC9793You know that feeling you get when you’re standing in a high place… that sudden urge to jump?… I don’t have it.  -Jack Sparrow

It is merely the idea of what would be our sensations during the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height. And this fall—this rushing annihilation—for the very reason that it involves that one most ghastly and loathsome of all the most ghastly and loathsome images of death and suffering which have ever presented themselves to our imagination—for this very cause do we now the most vividly desire it. -Edgar Allen Poet1