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As you have probably figured out by now, Tasmania is blessed by [ahem] the best beaches in the world. Sure, the water is riddled with rips and generally frigid and full of Great White Sharks and jellyfish, but the sand is tremendous.

Above and below I've got photos of the surface of the sand at Fossil Bluff in Wynyard, not more than fifty metres apart. I think I like number two, but I'm not sure. Whaddya reckon?

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Roddy said…
I like them both. Reminds me of a couple of sand pictures that we have here. Do you remember the ones I refer to?
27 January 2010 at 12:54
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
I like both photographs, but I like No#2 the most...
...and the comment is once again so true.
Thanks,
DeeDee ;-D
27 January 2010 at 13:00
Chuck Pefley said…
The diagonal lines create more tension than those flowing into the perpendicular distance.
27 January 2010 at 13:29
Unknown said…
wow, just wow... I can't wait to visit Tassie.
27 January 2010 at 21:40
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I lean towards two too.
28 January 2010 at 11:17
Kris McCracken said…
UH, what's keeping you?!?
28 January 2010 at 11:18
Siobhan said…
My goodness I love those photos. Particularly the first one.
29 January 2010 at 14:35
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