Gateways to the Forest

Recently while bushwalking along the Pipeline Track, I reached a part where private properties back onto the track. It seems that the landowners have placed a gate so they can also access the track from their properties. There was a lovely collection of shapes, colour and texture.

I'm likin' the lichen.

Pipeline Track to Silver Falls

During winter, I have taken a real liking to bush-walking and exploring the beauty of the tracks on Kunyani (Mt Wellington)

Silver Falls

Along with my love of photographing fungi, I have discovered that lichens and mosses are interesting as they come in a myriad of forms and textures.

A break in the trees revealed a view of the Derwent River way below.

I found a piece of finger knitting tacked onto a wooden pole.

Chugging Away Down the Channel

Recently I decided to snavel my friend, Rosemary and take a trip down the Channel which we began by heading towards Huonville and then we took the scenic route to Cygnet, via Glaziers Bay.

We were lucky to have a calm, sunny winter's day for our explorations. These boats looked very inviting moored on the Huon River.

At the beginning of a lane, letterboxes were lined up against the rivers edge

Next we moved around to Lymington to a place called Drip Beach.

The wood grain is accentuated by the algae that has grown on the fallen tree.

This lovely flower was at my feet still covered in morning dew.

Finally at Cygnet where this boat took my interest as it had an identity crisis. It was pointy at both ends so could be rowed either way.

This end had interesting ornamentation and the name painted on it was "Cygnet".

And this end was a little plainer and the name was "The Swan"

Boats aplenty grace the waters of Cygnet.

Bush Art hanging on a boatshed (above) and a chair for the boatbuilder to rest in (below)

This window was on a house across the road from the river. I loved the patterns of circles and stripes.

Been stalked again

This old truck reminded me of when I used to live down in this area as a child. Parked outside and old apple packers shed.

Driving between Deep Bay and Abel's Bay my eyes now just zoom in on fungus and these yellow beauties caught my eye at 80km per hour. Not bad eyesight for an old girl considering the bigger ones were only 1cm across the top.

Abel's Bay seems like so far from civilisation except for a few shacks opposite the beach.

Very pretty place.

The roots of this tree were just clutching the rocks, making me wonder how they survive.

An oyster catcher poking about looking for lunch.

I always find sandstone so wonderfully warm and appealing.

Then things got weird! Just out of Randall's Bay I spotted this ^ hanging on a wire, and then there was this handsome chap.

and the cutest little gypsy wagon.

and a creek with lovely reflections.

and quaint country lanes that lure you in.

Then we drove through Charlotte's Cove where wire was used in an interesting way to make a garden sculpture.

and this little shack proved a favourite with us, as the owner came over and chatted to us. He thought we were from ASIO as we photographed his pride and joy.

Such a beautiful place

Getting back on the road, I just had to stop when I spotted this island with a hole through it. By this stage we were getting hungry and headed to a cafe for a snack and I was attracted to this poster that hung in there.