The deeper the experience of an absence of meaning - in other words, of absurdity - the more energetically meaning is sought.

Mussels, seaweed and a mountain. Little Howrah Beach, April 2011.

You can get a reasonable sense of Hobart from Little Howrah Beach. On the right, you can see Bellerive Bluff on Hobart’s eastern shore. Look closely and you will see the triumphant light towers of Bellerive Oval, home of the all-conquering Tasmanian Tigers.™

Behind that, and across the Derwent River Estuary, you can see Hobart’s western shore nestled in the foothills of what eventually rises up to Mount Wellington, which tends to dominate the vista of the city (except on cloudy days).

You can see the Sullivans Cove and Hobart’s waterfront area at centre-right of the picture, with the imposing flourishing meagre scant spattering of large buildings sitting just behind it. Shifting further left you’ll see Battery Point, Sandy Bay, Lower Sandy Bay across to Taroona on the left of the image.

At the extreme left you can just about see Long Beach – home of the ‘big Park’ – which has featured prominently on the blog, as the fancy-pants playground is surrounded by a nice bit of flat just right for tearing about on scooters.


Mussels and a mountain. Who ate all the seaweed? Little Howrah Beach, April 2011.