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A pictorial tribute to our mountain hut heritage

A calendar triggers memories of mountain huts, summer and winter…

Meeting Anne

Life on the road. It's a romantic notion. It is also reality for a growing number of people. I got an insight into it when I stopped to talk with Anne…

An end to predictable trail breakfasts

At last, we have something to break the predictabiity of breakfast on the trail…

Across the Fish, a journey into memory

IN SPATE late that day The Fish River At the base of the escarpment Up which we ascended through forest Dripping with moisture From recent rains. Last I came this way There was only a slippery log Upon which to cross And a length of fencing wire as handhold That gave a false sense of […]

In the scrub, by the bay — a rediscovery

IT WAS AT THE END of 2104, December, when I accidentally rediscovered the Tyler family graves. My discovery of them was back in the 1970s when I was with a group bushwalking down that way. The only person I recall from that walk — and it’s now something of a vague, poorly-recalled memory — was […]

From mountain to museum

I made these photos at Launceston's Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery at Inveresk last week. They show some of the artefacts used by a Tasmanian Bushwalker of the 1960s and 1970s.

How photography saved the wilderness

The camera and the bush… they have more in common than you think…

Shelter most basic

A SLEEPER CURLS UP SEEKING WARMTH in an overnight camp in the wet eucalypt forests of the Picton in south east Tasmania. I don’t recall whether it was evening or early next morning that I made this photograph, probably on my Canon FTB camera – a film camera, that is (this was way, way before […]

The Organ Pipes Track — sunshine and ice

A Tasmanian journey… “WHAT’S THIS?”. Fiona holds out her hand as if to catch whatever it is that has started to fall from the sky… small, soft flakes that disappear as soon as they settle on the ground. “It’s snow. Soft summer snow!”, she says. So it is. Just light flakes. It isn’t that wet […]

Forgotten islands

A Tasmanian journey… LIKE THE AUTHOR, when I lived in Tasmania I too felt the allure of the Bass Strait islands. Unlike the author, changing circumstances prevented me doing anything about it. Now I get to look down on Flinders Island every time I fly into Tasmania, providing the weather down there is clear. And […]

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