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It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep may be.


WATCH OUT! Underneath the Tasman Bridge, as seen from the western shore on the north side. November 2011.

Watery Wednesday, and I very nearly captured a tragedy here. I can neither confirm or deny whether or not this intrepid crew of marine security services foiled a plot devised by a ruthless cabal of shags - on the rock broken pylon in the centre of the picture - to blow up the Tasman Bridge and sever connection between Hobart's eastern and western shores.
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Melbourne Australia Photos said…
LOL. Yes great capture by you! Were the shags captured too?
21 December 2011 at 09:50
smudgeon said…
Gadzooks! The Bowen Bridge might actually get some use!
21 December 2011 at 09:51
Anonymous said…
A great picture and title indeed.


Please have a good Wednesday.



daily athens photo
21 December 2011 at 09:59
Judy said…
Another photo made interesting by the story the photographer saw!! I am learning so much!!
21 December 2011 at 10:34
Kim, USA said…
This is beautiful I so love this shot!

The Flood Water
21 December 2011 at 14:36
Chubskulit Rose said…
Stunning shot.

My Watery. May you have a joyful holiday!
21 December 2011 at 16:09
Roddy said…
You can never trust these shags, a.k.a. cormarants.
I think though that the ships are more of a hazard. They can carry more explosives.
21 December 2011 at 20:53
2sweetnsaxy said…
LOL! Great shot! :-)
22 December 2011 at 06:10
genie said…
This is one amazing shot....awesome photography. genie
22 December 2011 at 12:38
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. Finally I am catching up!
6 January 2012 at 14:30
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