(My) Photo of the day

One the way to work this morning, the fine Autumn weather led me to the waterfront yet again. With the shift back from daylight saving time, the morning light today was tremendous, and ensured a halfway decent photograph whatever I chose to point the camera at.

So down at the waterfront I could look past the bright red of Captain Fell's Historic Ferry. These guys do tours up and down the river, out into the harbour and a regular commute from the city to Bellerive. I think maybe one day soon, Henry and I are going to go out on a cruise and see if we can't find a few penguins or baby seals to shoot!*

[*Note: with a camera.]

Comments

Ed Mahony said…

How lucky you are to have a place like that to drop down to on your way back from work ..

Over here in the UK, lots of us have to drive down cramped raods through suburbs - no wonder Brits like heading south to your part of the world for the freedom and open spaces and great places ..

9 April 2008 at 23:24

Raquel Sabino Pereira said…

Nice (camera) shot!!!!

10 April 2008 at 00:37

Political Umpire said…

Hi Kris,

Looking at all the Tasmanian pictures always makes me feel a shade homesick, as there is more than a passing resemblance to NZ in them.

Would be interested in your take on this story: http://business.theage.com.au/no-room-for-gay-developer-in-penguins-property-parade/20080409-24qr.html

Recently I mentioned to another blogger that NZ only legalised consenting homosexual male activities in 1986, but if memory serves that was a good decade or so before the Tassies ...

10 April 2008 at 00:45

Mary Stebbins Taitt said…

Oooh, pretty pretty, great reflection!

funny comment abotu the turkeys, LOL (Literally!)

10 April 2008 at 02:14

IamMBB said…

oooh, I like the red, white and blue in your photo.

14 April 2008 at 12:12

Karlis Beinerts said…

The red works SO good - perfect!

17 April 2008 at 08:38

Kris McCracken said…

There's a green boat they have as well, I'll set myself the task of getting a picture of that.

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