They say a photo can speak a thousand words, but when it came to capturing the beautiful landscape of Tasmania, photos didn’t say enough. The lucidity and power of words seemed a better fit in describing this magical land.
Tasmania
Swallowed up in awe of the protective, dark shadows on the horizon
Swept up by the rolling hills – smooth curves of green and brown
Grey blankets envelop us with their cool touch. Whilst warm, white rays filter through.
Baby lambs – their beige coats blending into the yellow tinged foliage
Isolated stumps that once stood as giants, live on in memory of a roaring blaze
Their black roots exude a decaying ink that leaks towards their naked branches
Trickling streams feeding into a hungry body of blue
On winding tarmac we travel on – joyous voices from the car fade into the sharp wind
We look in admiration. Pure stillness, rawness – a vulnerability
Yet its vast, breathtaking landscape holds a silent strength. Dominating any footprint made by man.
