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The trouble with our age is all signposts and no destination.


You heard. Corneilean Bay, Hobart. October 2012.

Wordless Wednesday.
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Bernie said…
It kinda makes me want to jump the fence really... But I get the intent... I love that bridge, yet it has a shady past back in the '70's (?)...

Mines up as well at AussiePomm - A night at Harry's!!!!

Have a great day!!
31 October 2012 at 09:14
Fashion Momma said…
Great shot! Happy WW and happy Halloween!

I played too. Mine are here and here.
31 October 2012 at 19:10
Sheryl said…
Now Bernie has me curious about the shady past.

I've never thought of barbed wire as beautiful, but your photo has changed my mind. Captivating.
1 November 2012 at 03:44
Kris McCracken said…
Bernie, cheers!

Cafe, Merry Samhain!

Sheryl, in 1976 a ship crashed into one of the taller pylons and a few of their crew died, as well as some unfortunate folks who happened to be driving on the bridge that evening.
2 November 2012 at 13:43
Carola said…
To much signposts everywhere.
Great shot!
2 November 2012 at 21:01
Kris McCracken said…
The oddest thing about this sign is that it was 'protecting' about three square metres of land jutting out into the estuary.
3 November 2012 at 09:22
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