This is the highest of the Glasshouse Mountains, about 50 miles (80km) north of Brisbane. As viewed from Mount Tiborgargan nearby, and given added mystery by a pall of smoke which hung over these old, eroded volcanic plugs most of the day, courtesy of some scrub-burning I think.
I know I did this theme a couple of days ago but the beach was so photogenic this evening that I had little choice but to hit it again. Sorry…
Haven’t decided, in full, what I think of Byron Bay yet – ask me on Monday. However, it cannot be denied that it is a very photogenic place. The peak in the background is Mount Warning, which because of its elevation, is the first place in Australia at which the sun’s rays hit the ground on each equinox: that is, we are basically as far east in Australia as one can go.
Clare and Joe’s last full day in Australia before the end of their break here, so let’s feature them on today’s picture. Taken with the old Fujifilm camera with which I took the first 366 photos on this blog: it still takes a decent shot but the zoom is half-dead so I do need to repair the other one.
This peak towers over Hobart, at 1270 metres above sea level, and this picture is taken from the very highest point. I’d like to claim I walked up, but as you can see, it’s got tarmac all the way to the top. Anyway, the family were with me and it was by far the coolest and rainiest day of my Australian trip so far. It’s the highest point Joe has ever been, I think.
Pictured as we returned to the mainland from Stradbroke Island: that’s it on the horizon. I like this shot for the way the sea evokes a snowy moor in Yorkshire in January, or possibly silver foil?
This headland sits at the north-eastern corner of Stradbroke Island and lives up to its name, at least, if the sea is what you want to look at. So named by Captain James Cook on 17th May 1770, who presumably did need to see what was going on out there now and again. Clare follows his example, nearly 243 years later.
This particular one didn’t hit Point Lookout (where we reside) although one did come along later in the evening.
This is an early post today but I did all my walking and photographing before 1.30, out over the gorges that lie to the south of this town. Having shot this pretty much straight into the sun I was having real problems getting the colour balance right until I experimented with not having colour at all, and, well, here you go. It’ll do.
Incidentally this shot brings to an end a run of no fewer than 21 consecutive afternoon shots on this blog. The last time I posted a photo taken before noon was on 18th February, in Dunedin. The last time I posted a photo taken before 9am was on 17th January, which also happened to be the last day I went to work in Manchester prior to my sabbatical. I really don’t think the lack of pre-9am photos since is a coincidence, do you?
Anyway that’s the end of my four-week road trip: back to Brisbane tomorrow.
Left New Zealand today and was mildly grumpy about it. Wanted more time in that beautiful country, where the climate is more agreeable and the beer better than in Australia (well, it is). Wasn’t particularly motivated about going back there to go to work tomorrow morning, wasn’t bothered about spending yet another few hours in a plane and then coming out into some little town stuck out in corn-chewing country.
And then as we flew in – bloody hell. What a glorious evening. What a brilliant view. Happy to be back.
