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Looking over Bass Strait. Table Cape, North West Tasmania. February 2012.

This Watery Wednesday features a snap taken during our very recent jaunt up to my old stomping grounds up in the North West of our fair State.

The great thing about the North West is that, whatever town you're in, there is a fair chance that should you turn and face north, you'll catch a glimpse of Bass Strait, the sea strait that separates Tasmania from the Australian mainland. Probably because of its limited depth, Bass Strait is notoriously rough, with many ships lost there during the 19th century. Because of that, you'll spot an awful lot of lighthouses dotting the coast.

This photo - taken after a particularly rough Sunday night - was taken right next to the Table Cape Lighthouse. Table Cape itself is a rather spectacular flat-topped promontory - geologically speaking it is a large volcanic plug - with a sheer drop to the sea.

Right in front of me here there is a very steep embankment that falls sharply about 170 metres (550 foot for those stuck pre-1789) decline.

It makes for a decent photo...

Sharks patrol these waters. Bass Strait as seen from Table Cape, North West Tasmania. February 2012.

Comments

HansHB said…

Lovely photos perfect in b/w!

8 February 2012 at 09:24

KB said…

Enjoyed your photos.

8 February 2012 at 09:58

smudgeon said…

The thing I miss most about living in Burnie is proximity to the open sea. And if you're going to live next to some open sea, Bass Strait is a fairly good (if moody) neighbour.

8 February 2012 at 10:24

Photo Cache said…

the first image exudes peace and tranquility.

Watery Wednesday

8 February 2012 at 11:15

2sweetnsaxy said…

I really like that first shot, the way speckles of light shine on the water.

8 February 2012 at 12:02

Kris McCracken said…

Hans, it's actually in colour. This is a classic case of the 'pewter' strait that you see on the coast.

KB, cheers!

Smudgeon, me too. The Derwent is fine and all (particularly when the estuary branches out), but it isn't the same.

PC, it is a lovely spot, even if it can get windy.

2Sweetnsexy, get down here!

8 February 2012 at 12:21

Karen said…

Amazing light in the first shot!

8 February 2012 at 13:58

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

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A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

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