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Water water everywhere! Kayakers on the Derwent, as seen from Alexandra Battery, Sandy Bay. January 2012.

Another day, another year and another Watery Wednesday. Living by a river estuary – as we do here in Hobart – one is never short of a photograph or two of water. Above you can see two keen kayakers taking to it like ducks to… erm… water.

Maybe this will be the year that I get my own kayak.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Comments

Gemma Wiseman said…
Such a view gives a feeling that Nature is a mighty power and we are so small! The winding Derwent with all its land vistas always fascinated me! Great photo!
Chubskulit Rose said…
Simply beautiful!

My watery Wednesday , happy new year of the dragon.
SquirrelQueen said…
Gorgeous shots. I wouldn't mind being in one of those kayaks right now.
Roddy said…
They seem so miniscule when seen from my vantage point.

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