Another of my favourite local bloggers No Visible Means has, in recent months, taken new photographs and some of these show the Derwent River. Soft, wispy and silver.
In particular look at his blog post titled Autumn for photos from Mt Knocklofty and Mt Stuart looking down to the silver ribbon. Other wonderful blue Derwent River photos are also on display in this blog post.
Over the weekend one of my favourite bloggers This Amazing Planet published an image from his latest foray into Tasmania’s south. The location of his ‘viewing platform’ is indicated on the following Google map.
The post, titled View from Hartz Peak thru to the mouth of the Derwent River. Southern Tasmania , describes the scene accurately.
I am in awe of Mark’s walk up to the top of Hartz Peak clambering over snow covered rocks and unreadable depressions in the ground. But I am so very grateful to see this photograph. Sensational. It presents the Derwent River as a soft silvery ribbon. Beautiful!
Mark Miles wrote a wonderful post The Music of a River that Flows through the Soul. This post is informative and reminds me of the emotional connection that sounds make – the sounds of waters and the sounds of instruments.
When I walked along some sections of the Derwent River, I sang loudly and with great joy as a result of the emotional uplift which the river environment offered, and because I had the privilege of being able to walk freely.
It is easy for me to understand the motivations of musical composers over the centuries, and to love their work. Only now do I recall that the music played as I walked down the church aisle to be married, was Handel’s Water Music. Only now do I recall that one of Mum’s favourite vinyl LP was Strauss waltzes, with the Blue Danube Waltz ever present on the turntable. As I sit here and type, a flood of memories of water and music connections throughout my life thrill me. Were these happy memories the result of my being born in late February- Piscean territory?
The local Friends of Australian Writers (FAW) group has invited me to be one of two guest readers on Sunday 2 July at 3pm at the Republic Hotel (corner of Elizabeth and Burnett Streets) in North Hobart.
I will be reading a selection of posts from my ‘Walking the Derwent’ blog, for about 20 minutes.
If you have missed your regular dose of the Derwent story or simply want to catch up for a drink perhaps you would like to come. I will be especially interested to meet followers of this blog who have generously made comments, and offered information and help during my walk; those who I have never met.
Recently, as I delved into the National Library of Australia’s online digitalised newspapers for family research purposes, I stumbled across the following image.
The newspaper was the now defunct The Australasian Sketcher with Pen and Pencil produced in Melbourne Victoria between 1873 and 1889. The image below was published in the Saturday issue of 17 April 1875.
Taken from the vantage point of Mount Wellington we are looking down onto the dots of a growing Hobart city, across the Derwent River to the eastern shore which is as yet unsettled in any dense sort of way. As usual, the River is the star!
Today’s ABC News Online gives us the headline suggesting an exciting story – “Amateur dive photographer shares snaps of Hobart’s hidden underwater world”.
We are told “Under the surface of the River Derwent you’ll find an otherwise hidden and surprising colourful world of marine creatures.” Accompanying the story are photos of divers and underwater creatures. Quite startling is the beauty of what divers can see. Wonderful. The gorgeous photo of a crayfish by Millie Banner attracted my attention – who doesn’t love eating a crayfish. However, “… heavy metal levels in the river make them not safe to eat.” So please do not go down deep seeking a feed from the waters under the Tasman Bridge. Besides the river currents might sweep you out to sea. Maybe.
I took a series of forest photos most of which are blurred. I am adding some here to give you an idea of what parts looked like – sorry about the quality.
Then the white shape of the Wayatinah Power Station appeared between the tree trunks.
The closer I came to the Wayatinah Power Station the steeper the hills seemed. For vehicles travelling down the road, the final gradient requires a low gear in a 4WD. The drizzle on a day like the one on which I went, meant the clay and soil track surface was exceptionally slippery and dangerous for the inexperienced or inept.
Then I was out in the open again. This time looking down to Lake Catagunya past the Wayatinah Power Station.
To my right, additional infrastructure punctured the sky.
Further up the hill and connecting to the huge surge tank, the snaking length of wooden penstocks started. See my earlier post for more information about wooden penstocks here. Can you remember the wonderful photos which Andrew took in this blog posting? My photos are less detailed but still show the dramatic line of the penstocks.
I ended the day with a thick coating of mud on my boots and a smile on my face. Yet another day offering me a memorable experience along the Derwent River. I am especially grateful for the extensive information and access provided by GL. Please note that private and corporate owners control access to this section of the Derwent River and the many gates are locked with an assortment of sophisticated processes. General public access is not available.