If memory serves, March 1995 was when I made my first visit to Tasmania. It’s one of the states of Australia, roughly the size of the state of Maine in the USA, and is the 26th-largest island in the world. It had long been on my short list of places to see, and I was very eager to explore its mysteries. As I recall, I had only a Friday (a work day), a Monday (another work day), and the weekend between to see what I could of this fabled island. Friday’s activities were in Hobart, on the southeastern coast, and Monday’s in Smithton on the northwest coast. This gave me the whole weekend to travel through the center of the island, stopping in a bed & breakfast in the town of Oatlands on Saturday night. I’ll share more of this journey in future posts, but for this Flashback, I’d like to take you with me on the last leg of my chosen route on Sunday. It was late afternoon, and I’d driven through Cradle Mountain–Lake St. Clair National Park, northward to the coast at Devonport, and then to the west. As I drove between Burnie and Smithton, the light began to fade, but I saw a small sign that said “Dip Falls.” Though I’d already had a full and delightfully-exhausting day, on impulse I turned south and drove as fast as I legally could to the parking lot, grabbed my camera backpack and tripod, and hot-footed it for something like 15 minutes to hike to the falls. I had enough light for only a few shots before I had to make my way back to the car while I could still see where I was putting my feet. I have since had the chance to visit it again, but the lighting conditions and the amount of water flowing have never matched what I found on that magic day, a little over 17 years ago.
Pentax PZ-1 (tripod-mounted), Pentax 28-105mm zoom lens at 28mm, probably around 4 seconds at f/11, Fujichrome Velvia