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The true business of photography is to capture a bit of reality on film… if, later, the reality means something to someone else, so much the better.


Wineglass Bay from the saddle, Freycinet National Park, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013.

Theme Thursday and if you have any SENSE, enough CENTS and a nose for SCENTS, you'd be heading down to Wineglass Bay.


Wineglass Bay from the rocks, Freycinet National Park, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013.

Sure, you have to climb halfway up (two) mountains (and back down again), but the beach is worth it. If you're into SCENTS, nothing can beat the SCENT of clear, pristine and clean water when you're swimming (even if it is a mild 15°C).


Wineglass Bay from the beach, Freycinet National Park, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013.

So come on, show some SENSE, starting putting aside your CENTS and get down here and have a crack at the SCENTS!

Comments

anthonynorth said…
Definitely makes sense to go there.
California Girl said…
I don't know how much sense I have...but I like your photography so I bet you find me quite sensible indeed.
Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

I just think you go to the most wonderful places down there. And you are all so blessed to have such fantastic places in which to go.

At one time before all the people turned this area into a concrete jungle we had a lot of natural areas in which to visit. When I was young we used to go on Sunday drives. We would just maybe drive 20 or 30 miles in almost any direction from Los Angeles and we would pretty much be in the country or farmland. We would either go for a picnic or stop somewhere to buy food. Then when we got older we moved about 20 miles east of Los Angeles and we cried because they were moving us to the farming areas. What were we going to do if we had to live in the country all the time. Now we live at least 60 miles east of L.A. and it is all city after city. My house is built upon what once was a vineyard. When we first moved here we had lots and lots of grape fields all around us. Now I am not sure if I can find even a few acres other than the one vineyard that has not sold out to the land developers. Where we once had the scents around us we basically lost all sense of keeping any nature around us. We are lucky that someone had the sense to preserve some land as National Forests and Preserves or the concrete jungle would never end. Although I think with over 36 million people living in California it is pretty certain that we are going to run out of land some time in the future. At that time I hope to be living in another state.

Thanks again for sharing such great pictures of your country. Truly a wonder down under. Happy TT.

God bless.
Kris McCracken said…
Anthony, book your flights today!
Kris McCracken said…
California Girl, it's not hard to take a good photo if the scenery is right!
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, it's an interesting dynamic. There is an ongoing debate in Australia as to how 'dead' Tasmania is in terms of development. If some people had it there way, you'd have a great big eight lane highway right through to this beach with your choice of McDonalds, KFC or ice cream stand.

I know which I'd prefer!

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