I can’t help myself. Having reviewed my favourite images from the first half a dozen stages of my walk along the Derwent River, I felt compelled to continue looking through my collection from the subsequent walks. I have chosen photos showing aspects of both the natural and man-made world and I believe all will prompt thinking about the Derwent River, Hobart and its suburbs, and the natural environment. My selection of the images with the most memorable impact for me, from stages 7-10, are given below.
From the eastern shore looking northwards towards the Bowen Bridge, with a couple of black swans on the river.
Two plaques ‘opened’ by two great Australian prime ministers near the Bowen Bridge.
The rusting raw-edged remains of a ship, the Otago, at Otago Bay.
My enjoyment of any family’s black sheep.
Heading into Old Beach and gradually leaving Mount Wellington behind.
The gloominess of the approaching storm when I reached Old Beach.
The pleasures of well-made pathways, thanks to local government.
Looking northward across the Jordon River to Greens Point.
The glories of native flora. In these instances, it was blooming wattle and a spectacular stand of eucalyptus/gum trees which attracted my attention.
The remains and the signs of a burnt out car on a back track.
Knowing that it is still possible to have a laugh when walking.
Arriving at the Bridgewater Bridge.
Walking on the western shore of the Derwent River for the first time during this project.
The house of one of first European settlers, James Austin, at Austins Ferry.
At Dogshear Point, walking around the Claremont golf course, with the thwacking sound of hit balls crossing the greens.
Reaching Cadbury’s chocolate manufacturing factory in Claremont.
The hand-hewn rustic style seat near Connewarre Bay.
Passing MONA somewhat camouflaged as it nestles into a tiny hill against the Derwent River.
The mosaics along the foreshore.
The jumble of boats and boat houses at Prince of Wales Bay.
Road mark making in Lutana.
Cornelian Bay’s oil tanks up close.
The Tasman Bridge.
The circus had come to town.
The emptiness of an arena of stands waiting to be filled during wood chopping competitions.
Reaching the ‘end of the line’ on arrival in Hobart city.