Autumn is perhaps my favourite time of year in Tasmania. As the days shorten, we often enjoy warm sunny days with blue skies that set off the colours of the leaves of deciduous exotic trees.
It’s deepest darkest June in Hobart, Tasmania and that can mean only one thing….
Each autumn in Tasmania a unique observance takes place. A marker of the changing seasons assumes an almost pagan mysticism as flocks of goretexed pilgrims make their way to a handful of sub-alpine locations around the state to see the Turning of the Fagus.
…cool nights signal a chemical change in the leaves of poplars planted as windbreaks on paddocks of rich soil as well as other magnificent oaks, elms and other deciduous exotics…
Spectacular views from this short but quite challenging walk on kunany / Mount Wellington
While many of the backyards adjoining the foreshore are fenced, others tumble informally out into the shared public space…
For many many years the minerals contained in these rocks was the financial bedrock for communities on the West Coast like Queenstown, Gormanston and Zeehan, whose fortunes rose and fell with commodity prices for those minerals.
Rather than squander the final minutes of darkness on coffee and the weekend papers, I got myself out and travelled the short distance from home to the shores of the River Derwent, camera in hand, to capture the dawn.
Sometimes exploring places that are most familiar through the lens of a camera reveals unexpected delights.
A photographic celebration of summer in Hobart and Southern Tasmania