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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.
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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
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