A strange title, but we need a hook.
A journey down through the midlands and New Norfolk, to Hobart and some much need life and laughter, was the start of an adventure in texture. Glorious low light and a few spur of the moment changes of route led to some off-piste discoveries. Meesh suggested looking at the work of Huroshi Sugimoto, which sent me off on one……thanks Meesh you are my keenest critic and I like it. It makes me think!
MOFO was on in Hobart and strange day and night shenanigans were going on. I stayed near MONA, slightly out of town as everywhere was booked solid, and went up at the James Terrell most mornings and evenings for the show and was lucky enough to meet him and chat about; art, and, stuff. Nice guy.
Meeting up with (once removed cousin) Beeba, aka Rebecca Shearer, was most excellent and we had a couple of ‘Grand days out’. Excellent coffee having been slurped. Mt Field was a spectacular and laughter-filled 10k walk around the various waterfalls and enchanted forest. Maybe bewitched is a better word for it. I felt Pan’s presence on my shoulder, who led us to ‘The Vagina-Trees’. Great photo milarkey and despite searching, the Penis-Tree could not be found. I don’t think Beeba was looking forward to my photo ideas for that one!
Next was a trip to Bruny Island – a ‘must-see’, which in reality left me a bit non-plussed. Other areas away from touristy shite appeal much more. Across the isthmus (lovely word that, isthmus) and on to the far lighthouse………….
A burnt forest, a great roadside apple-store (sadly empty) and birds on the beach filled in nicely till the ferry back.
Next morning I was off to Eaglehawk Neck ! yes I know! in searching of the elusive blue bioluminescence, plus I’ve been given the insider info that it’s a cracking area. Read on, although in the blog it’s above so you may have been there already. Whatever.
new horizons 