Dan’s Thursday Doors
This is in Launceston, Tasmania. The front door of the guest house we stayed in.

You can’t really make out the centre piece of the door from there so here’s a close up

Isn’t that so sweet?
Dan’s Thursday Doors
This is in Launceston, Tasmania. The front door of the guest house we stayed in.
You can’t really make out the centre piece of the door from there so here’s a close up
Isn’t that so sweet?
Becky’s #WalkingSquares
This walk is going back a few years when on a holiday in Tasmania. What prompted me to do this post was a few days ago when I used my shadow photo.
I guess we better get down on the beach
The beach was quite a long one but the walk wasn’t all that far
The setting Sun on a warm October day
Every one liked my long legs so I thought I would have a friend join me and you can now have double the enjoyment. The setting sun is the best time to get that long leg feeling
Among the dunes, the Pig Face was flowering
The colourful rocks of the Bay of Fires. The red is a lichen that grows on the granite rocks
There was a Pacific Gull hanging out on the rocks
*”The Bay of Fires did not actually earn its name because of its appearance. It was named “Bay of Fires” in 1773 by Captain Tobias Furneaux, who looked out and saw countless fires along the Tasmanian coast”
The Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #222: Mountains are Calling
I did wonder if I had many mountain landscape photos. I did a quick look around and found a few.
Maybe have a listen to my favourite mountain song
I love this view of Mt Vesuvius from Pompeii
Sometimes when heading home the mountains are tinged with blue and shrouded in fog
Cradle Mountain in Tasmania still with snow in October
Mount Wollumbin in the distance
It is a place of myths and legends. The mountain has always been a place of cultural and traditional significance to the Bundjalung people, a is the site for many ceremonies and initiation rites. In Aboriginal legend, Wollumbin was a giant bird, speared by a warrior. That fatal spear is still visible as a point on the summit. Another legend is that fighting warriors cause the lightning and thunder which is often observed in the area around Wollumbin.
My favourite place to rest and recharge. This was taken after the fires of 2019 showing the Gibraltar Ranges bald spots from Raspberry Lookout
Some days at Raspberry Lookout, the blue and an air of mystery makes me gasp
Of course there is always a sun setting on a mountain as the mountains are west from my place
Thursdays Special: Pick a Word – February 2022
Time to find some photos to match Paula’s words.
CONSERVED – One of my favourite places, Raspberry Lookout in the Gibraltar National Park, conserved for everyone to enjoy
MEANDERING – The road that leads to my place
SUBDUED – The neighbours old shed among the trees next door to my besties place in the early morning
STRAIGHT – A vineyard in Tasmania
SYSTEMATISED – I am sure the shop owner must have some sort of system
Did you think I did OK? Did you have a favourite?
The Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge: Straight or Narrow
The prompt made me think of this song
Straight
Narrow
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