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A pessimist is a person who has had to listen to too many optimists.


Here is a typical morning scene in Hobart. This one was taken on the eastern shore, at about 7:37 am (or something like that), which - at this time of year - means that the sun has already been up for a good hour and a half. So it's not really a sunrise, more a sungotuphadacoffeesometoastandmaybeashowerandthenofftowork.

The thing that I like about this photograph (and you should know by now how much I like the combination of sun/clouds/water) is that I took it from a moving bus. If only they ran a double decker, then I figure that I could get a nice one coming over the bridge, as is, the railing kind of ruins the view. And not even in an artistic kind of way, more of a crap shot style.

Anyway, that's the Tasman Bridge you can see on the left, and the suburb of Montague Bay just to the right of it, across to Bellerive further to the right. I best run, I have pancakes to cook.

Comments

Daanish said…
a breathtaking pic,I like a quote at the start style
Sue said…
Superb pic!
Kris McCracken said…
Daanish, I will admit that I find unrelenting optimists quite grating after a while.
yamini said…
Just beautiful!!!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, in winter when the sun rises later, you get stunning views every morning of the sun over the river.
yamini said…
I am sure, it must be an out of this world experience.
I remember, before terrorism struck Kashmir, while visiting my aunt's place in Srinagar, we used to go to the banks of Jhelum river, which flowed right behind the locality where she lived.
In the early morning, when the air was still damp from the mist, the rising sun used to create such playful reflections on the flowing water. It was a sight worth seeing.
I guess, such eclectic natural beauty, as in Srinagar and Hobart and elsewhere, is not to be found round the clock but to be nurtured in memories, just.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I like the sound of Srinagar.

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