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Do you know what it's like falling in the mud and getting kicked, in the head? With an iron boot?



The photo above was taken as I was walking up the road to the bus stop this morning. As you can see, it was a lovely and bright morning. Actually is was incredibly dark and pelting down with rain. It was also about three degrees, so I briskly made my way to the stop (and some protection from the rain and wind).

By the time that I made it into town the rain had stopped and (some) sun had emerged. This brief reprieve from the rain presented a lovely view of the mountain liberally coated in snow. Because I have featured the mountain a little too much of late, I have attached today’s effort only as a supplementary photograph.

Comments

Jim Klenke said…
I hate mornings like that. I do like the snow covered mountain though.
EG CameraGirl said…
You know what? It never occurred to me that Tasmania got so cold in winter. Very enlightening.

The snow covered mountain is lovely.
nobu said…
It is supriesed the wether changed so early.
However, beautiful scenery.
Kris McCracken said…
I don't mind cold and wet mornings, as long as I am not stuck out in them too long!

EG, Tassie can get very cold. Next stop from Hobart is Antarctica.
Susannah said…
And sometimes it feels like Antarctica! Lovely photo Kris. Fern Tree was very chilly again this morning.

Susannah

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