From the inlet near Stanley down to Corinna on the west coast of Tasmania - dipping in and out of the Tarkine Wilderness - sublime. We returned to Beachside Inlet where we rented a little cabin on the edge of the inlet near the river mouth. Having stayed here before and finding this area so exquisite we locked it away in our memory banks. It is always a risk to revisit but we loved it just as much - different weather, different atmosphere but still glorious - especially at low tide in the evening light. The mouth is very shallow and you can walk out along sandbanks for hours. Very special.
Patterns and texture, lingering light - changing frequently over the days. Wilderness wandering - made small by trees. Perfect weather. A shame really as the Myrtle and Sassafras forests would have looked even more intriguing shrouded in mist and moist underfoot. The occasional Huon Pine towering above the tallest of Myrtle. Ferns - longing for rain. Waterfalls dripping longing to gush.
Tracemarks is two years old today and I was unaware until I received notice from tumblr - which I started at the same time. I had a peep back at my earliest postings and that was a treat - what we are all creating with our blogs is a wonderful diary isn't it? This wasn't really my intention but is has become so. Large gaps, but a record of moments especially in the studio that I would have otherwise forgotten. I was away walking and enjoying, restoring and haven't made any plans for a special posting - so please just enjoy the walk along with me. Next year I will do something to celebrate.