This week, we’ve gone rural and rustic:
I’ve not had much time for photography lately and the photos I took were a little boring, so I’ve dipped into the archives:
A couple of weeks’ ago, my husband and I returned to Tasmania for my cousin’s wedding. It was held at Brickendon, a convict-built farm in Longford, which is in the north of the state, a twenty-minute drive from Launceston.
The wedding was in the gardens of this historic homestead, and then we walked down a few rural lanes to an old barn for the reception. This photo actually shows the easy, non-muddy part of the walk! I liked the scene as it’s typically Tasmanian: rural and vibrant, and like stepping back in time.
Monique poses a question:
Do you look up or down when you go for a hike? Blue Eyes* is a looking up person, always with his eyes at the tree canopy, or at eye level, pointing out different trees. I’m mostly a looking down person, eyes scanning the ground for flowers, fungi or other items that catch my eye. It makes sense, because I’m a details person.
While walking in Jarrahdale last weekend, I spotted what I can only describe as a bulb casing. It would have housed the bulb of a Watsonia plant, which has a pretty pink flower, but is regarded as a weed. I was intrigued by the beautiful patterning so I took it home for later photography. Up close, the intricacies of the woven casing reminded me of basket weaving and how so much of what we do is mirrored in, or inspired by, nature.
I don’t know if I look up or down when I’m hiking, maybe a bit of both. But most of the time, I forget to notice anything around me as I’m lost in my own thoughts!
When I first saw Monique’s photo, I thought it was of a string bag, which I guess it is, just made by nature and not by man.
*Blue Eyes=Monique’s husband
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louise, your scene reminds me of paths I’ve walked down I czn hear the bords in the distance (though your birds would be different than mine) such a tranquil shot.
Monique once again you remind mr to look deeply at the world around mr what a fascinating shot.
NYW I mosyly look down.
Living in Perth, where it’s much hotter and drier, and much less English, than Tassie, I forget these well-worn country paths of my youth. There are many such places in Tassie—so many, you take it for granted and don’t notice them. I’m sure your birds aren’t so different to ours—maybe a few more squawkers over here!
And, yes, Monique’s photo is a reminder to take more notice of the world around us! (I think I must be a down-looker, too—otherwise I’d trip!)
Thanks again for your comment, Penny! x
forgive the typos it should be me mot mr and BTW not NYW
I’m typing this by flashlight the power is out
I understood what you meant. I hope your power is back on now, and thanks for making the special effort to comment by flashlight! x
a lovely feel of autumn
It’s the colours, I think! Autumn is so much more evident in Tassie. Thanks for visiting, Robyn! x
If it wasn’t so far away I’d LOVE to live in Tasmania. particularly Launceston. It’s gorgeous and freezing. I love that image.
Correct on both counts: Tassie is gorgeous and freezing! Although I grew up in Launceston, I prefer Hobart (I realise I’ve just upset my friends and relatives who live in the north—and there’s a real north-south rivalry!). Even though Launceston has better weather, to me Hobart is prettier—with the mountain and the harbour, and there’s a bit more to do. Thanks for visiting, Pinky! x