A walk through the sleepy streets of Ross, the quaint post office and antique stores, up to a grassy field and the Ross Female Factory (a facility for female convicts). Then across the rail line and into the paddocks where a cemetery lays on the hilltop.
From Richmond, darting east and up the coast to Swansea in the dark, spending the night in a shack on a rise above the ocean. A most serene view of the bay greeted us in the morning, then off again, inland, through Campbell Town and down to the chill and quiet dew of Ross. Grey at first, then blue and sweeping clouds.
Under the side of Richmond Bridge. I later realised this photo looks very much like the cover of Dream Theater's album Train of Thought.
A short time later on the banks of the Coal River in Richmond. At almost 200 years old, the Richmond Bridge is the oldest bridge still in use in Australia. Its arches looked particularly nice in the thinning light.
Off the Tasman Peninsula, arcing Storm Bay through fields of fire and on to Richmond.
Heading back from Port Arthur, Dart Island, as if adrift on Norfolk Bay's glassy skin.