So here I am in the skies above a fresh Hobart summer's morn. I quite like the top photograph, the geometric lines of the wing and pastoral beauty of the sun-dabbled land below is a subtle mix of images that I do like very much.
Photos taken from a plane are rarely successful, in my experience, so I was quite happy with the way that that these ones turned out.
This second image is an aerial shot of Cambridge, the location of ‘Hobart’ airport.
Apologies for the brevity of the post. It is a bloody madhouse here today, and when you’re the boss (and believe me I feel so grubby saying that), every bastard wants a piece of you!
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I think that your children will have told you: welcome home daddy (well, Ezra will have thought about it, haven't he?).
Last year was landing in Hobart, pilot did the same...no lights on anywhere, like, two farm lights on, that was it...he turned them back on in embarassment...
Yes, and then..when you're the boss...
MDP, I arrived when they were all asleep, but they seemed happy enough to see me!
Miles, poor little Hobart. He should have turned it into a positive!
Blackie, you can take a shedload these days without wasting film, that’s my reasoning why this one turned out.
Blognote, I don’t mind being the boss at the moment, but that’s only because things are settling down.