Tarn Shelf

This post is a long time coming, and probably far too short writing. The whole point of entries with photographs is to get to write as little text as possible and still have something (hopefully) worth seeing – amirite?

A few months ago (May), my hiking buddy Ben and I did a trip up to the Tarn Shelf, in Mount Field National Park. It was a glorious day. Chilly, but clear skies, lots of sunshine, snow. I got sunburnt! I wasn’t sure where Ben had in mind when he said ‘let’s go see the Tarn Shelf’, so I wasn’t very prepared for leaping from rock to rock, or the all the sun – previously when we’d been out it was usually dark and damp in the rainforest, cause I wanted to take pictures of mushrooms and he wanted to take pictures of rivers and waterfalls.

I’m resolved that, when we visit the Tarn Shelf again, it will be with lots of sunblock, and some trekking poles. I’m simply not long-legged enough for the last part of that climb without a little extra help.

So, anyone desperate to get me something for Christmas, consider a pair of these! (I’m not precious about the colour.)

I freely admit that I’m not great at taking landscape shots, but even a three-year-old with a camera phone and a finger up its nose could take good photographs of beautiful country.

We were there looking for The Turning of the Fagus, a bit of a festival annually around here – especially for intrepid photographer-types. The patches of orangy-brown you can see above are, apparently, clusters of the lovely fagus tree (Tasmania’s only native deciduous tree).

For some perspective, here I am having a bit of a rest on a big rock:

Looking forward to more of these adventures. It’s great having a photographer buddy like Ben!