Showing posts with label Gippsland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gippsland. Show all posts
Monday, November 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Turton's Falls Gippsland
I spent all day running a training session for contractors who deliver the services I oversee for the State Government.
Apart from a half hour break for lunch I literally talked from 10:00am until 4:00pm.
So I am going to sit back and think of more relaxing pastimes before I hit the sack.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Silver Linings?
Deb and I have shot away for a weekend alone together.
Perhaps a bit perversely we have headed to a beach house owned by a friend in Gippsland.
I say perversely because it is winter down this way and the warmest we have had since we got here is 7 degrees C.
And it is raining so heavily they have issued flood warnings for the region.
But even if every cloud doesn't have a silver lining some of them have:
Perhaps a bit perversely we have headed to a beach house owned by a friend in Gippsland.
I say perversely because it is winter down this way and the warmest we have had since we got here is 7 degrees C.
And it is raining so heavily they have issued flood warnings for the region.
But even if every cloud doesn't have a silver lining some of them have:
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| Rainbow at the "Eagles' Nest" taken this evening |
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I'm Back!
Well I finally got my rotten computer sorted out!
Unfortunately I know too much about the things to leave it to an expert. The heap of junk crashed as I was reinstalling Windows. When I tried another reinstall it just wasn’t right. So I formatted my “C” drive and did a fresh install. Anyway I won’t bore you any more. Suffice to say reinstalling everything from scratch took what felt like forever!
Actually I probably will bore you over the next while.
As you may have noticed I have become even more obsessed with waterfalls than usual. It has been miserable wet weather down here for weeks which hasn’t stopped me getting out and about in the bush photographing waterfalls. And as this is my blog I am going to inflict them on my poor readers for a while longer.
I promised last time I would post piccies I took on our way home from my birthday paella feast.
So here we go. On the way back from Gippsland I had to turn off to catch some piccies of the Toorongo river. Long term readers might remember I shot them with my old camera a year or two ago. But as I was passing nearby I had to have a go with my new gear.
On the way up the valley I had to stop and capture this old Toyota that died in a farmer’s paddock. It now sits moldering by the beautiful Toorongo River. 
Further up the valley I left the car to walk to the falls. As seems to be usual down here it was raining again.
Deb, never as crazy as me, chose to sit in the car and knit while I braved the weather.
I paused to capture these shots of the river cascading through the forest. Then I pushed on to the falls.
By then it was late and almost dark so the piccies aren’t quite what I want.
I don’t usually spend hours photo-shopping my pics by the way. 
What you see is usually pretty much what I take off camera. The only thing I often adjust is light levels in my raw images.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Al explains the term “drongo”
A week or two ago I popped by Christine’s Blog "What I See When I Walk Out"
I responded to a post in which she had said she had been embarrassed by agreeing and I then went on to say “You feel like such a drongo when…”
Without thinking I inserted a word that might not mean anything to people outside Oz. Christine commented back “great word, drongo. Never heard it before - is it an Oz word, I wonder?”
Now to be strictly above board I do not use a huge amount of Aussie idiom in my daily language. But sometimes words that are very common place here will catch someone from overseas as odd or simply unintelligible.
So what is a “drongo”? A bird watcher might tell you a drongo is any of a particular family of birds.
But an Aussie will tell you “Drongo” means a "silly person", "a dope" or an "an idiot".
By the way a “Galah” is not only a common Aussie parrot but also means the same thing as “Drongo”.
Aussie language is quite colourful with a lot of slang that is fairly unique. One thing that is worth noting is that sometimes words have a very different meaning in Oz to elsewhere.
Perhaps the best example is “bastard”. In most of the world bastard is an extremely derogatory term.
In Oz bastard is usually a term of endearment. I might for example (in fact I have) greet a friend by saying “it’s good to see you, you old bastard.”
Or you might say of a mutual acquaintance “he’s an old bastard” meaning “I like him.”
Non-natives beware! A lot depends on the tone of delivery, bastard can also have exactly the same meaning as overseas. I might also say of someone “he’s an old bastard” meaning I hated someone.
The difference? My intonation nothing else.
A last word about bastards, calling someone “a bit of a bastard” is always an insult.
Other words can have also very different meanings. “Root” is not only part of a tree in Oz, it also means “sexual intercourse” (basically “fuck”).
So when an American says “I’m rooting for you” I try not to chuckle. I understand what is meant but it still sounds odd to an Aussie ear. An Aussie would say “I’m barracking for…” meaning offering support for a team in the same way an American would “Root.”
Another example is “bloody” usually bloody in Oz simply means “very”. So “she was bloody sick” would literally translate as “she was very ill.” While “bloody hard” is “very difficult” and "bloody oath' means "very true".
So there you go, a bloody brief lesson in fair dinkum Strine!
Does anyone want to guess what might be meant by “Flat out like a lizard drinking”?
A clue: it isn’t rude
Aussies please don’t spoil the game.
Don’t be shonky by looking it up on the internet!
To get you in the mood a piccie from last weekend.
Port Welshpool
I responded to a post in which she had said she had been embarrassed by agreeing and I then went on to say “You feel like such a drongo when…”
Without thinking I inserted a word that might not mean anything to people outside Oz. Christine commented back “great word, drongo. Never heard it before - is it an Oz word, I wonder?”
Now to be strictly above board I do not use a huge amount of Aussie idiom in my daily language. But sometimes words that are very common place here will catch someone from overseas as odd or simply unintelligible.
So what is a “drongo”? A bird watcher might tell you a drongo is any of a particular family of birds.
But an Aussie will tell you “Drongo” means a "silly person", "a dope" or an "an idiot".
By the way a “Galah” is not only a common Aussie parrot but also means the same thing as “Drongo”.
Aussie language is quite colourful with a lot of slang that is fairly unique. One thing that is worth noting is that sometimes words have a very different meaning in Oz to elsewhere.
Perhaps the best example is “bastard”. In most of the world bastard is an extremely derogatory term.
In Oz bastard is usually a term of endearment. I might for example (in fact I have) greet a friend by saying “it’s good to see you, you old bastard.”
Or you might say of a mutual acquaintance “he’s an old bastard” meaning “I like him.”
Non-natives beware! A lot depends on the tone of delivery, bastard can also have exactly the same meaning as overseas. I might also say of someone “he’s an old bastard” meaning I hated someone.
The difference? My intonation nothing else.
A last word about bastards, calling someone “a bit of a bastard” is always an insult.
Other words can have also very different meanings. “Root” is not only part of a tree in Oz, it also means “sexual intercourse” (basically “fuck”).
So when an American says “I’m rooting for you” I try not to chuckle. I understand what is meant but it still sounds odd to an Aussie ear. An Aussie would say “I’m barracking for…” meaning offering support for a team in the same way an American would “Root.”
Another example is “bloody” usually bloody in Oz simply means “very”. So “she was bloody sick” would literally translate as “she was very ill.” While “bloody hard” is “very difficult” and "bloody oath' means "very true".
So there you go, a bloody brief lesson in fair dinkum Strine!
Does anyone want to guess what might be meant by “Flat out like a lizard drinking”?
A clue: it isn’t rude
Aussies please don’t spoil the game.
Don’t be shonky by looking it up on the internet!
To get you in the mood a piccie from last weekend.
Port WelshpoolSunday, March 13, 2011
Rambling Sunday
I have three items of interest tonight.
First: I am guest posting tomorrow (Monday the 14th of March).
Rosie Connolly and Charity Bradford are kicking off their HONE YOUR SKILLS Blogfest on Wednesday and as part of their preparation they are hosting some published authors. I’ll be on both blogs on Monday SOOO check it out!
Second: Deb and I have had a mini-vacation.
This weekend is a long weekend in Victoria. We have our Labour Day holiday tomorrow.
Deb and I stayed overnight in Gippsland (eastern Victoria) last night. We came back this evening to avoid the worst of the traffic tomorrow.
I’ve taken some nice shots of various spots between here and Sale. I don’t have enough time or energy tonight so I’ll just give you a taste.
Two piccies of the old jetty at Port Welshpool.
Third: I’ve taken to giving a taste of my work on my WIP on Sundays so here is another section.
Poor Valentina got quite a surprise following Penelope last week. Here is what happened next.
Once again this is a first draft that might never find its way into the book.
A warning for those of you of delicate sensibilities, it does feature a little bad language.
Valentina Meshcova
Berlin 1948
The workshop was very dark, the only light seeping in was through cracks around the door frame. And that was the weak watery light of a grey Berlin afternoon.
I struggled between being a little girl frightened of the dark and a soldier ready for a fight.
I fumbled in my bag as my hand closed around the gun butt I was more like a soldier again. I slid it out and held it by my side. Where to stand? By the inner door, they'd come through the inner door. If they opened the outer one I might escape.
Not much chance of escape now, but I was a Soviet and I would take as many with me as I could.
I stood beside the door and waited. It was only a moment, the room blazed as someone turned on the lights. The click of a latch, another click as I cocked my gun. Confidently, almost casually Penelope stepped into the workshop, my gun came up pointing at her face.
The confidence fled, she hadn’t expected the gun. Her hands came up defensively. Slender white fingers, no protection against a bullet, or were they?
Her look of pure terror made me hesitate. I knew fear, it was not something I ever wanted to inflict. ‘Valentina, please…’
My anger surged, hate boiled, how dare she lie to me, betray me, risk everything.
I stepped close bringing the gun to within a centimetre of her eye. ‘Valentina, don’t’
‘You filthy spy, I’ll blow your head off.’
‘Put the gun down!’
A man standing in the doorway, a huge gun pointing right at my head. Penelope hissed urgently, ‘Fred don’t shoot!’
English! She spoke to him in English! Everything I had dreaded proven in that instant.
He was almost apologetic to her, ‘Sorry Miss, my call,’ he bellowed at me, ‘Put it down!’
My mind raced unbelievably fast. At this moment I hated her more than anything or anyone.
I could finish her lies and end my pain at the same time.
End the pain.
End the pain of loosing everyone and everything that mattered. Family, friends, future all gone.
End me.
It would be so easy. Revenge and death in a heartbeat.
It was Natasha who saved me again. A vision popped into my head: Natasha waiting for me to come back.
Waiting.
Alone again.
Waiting.
I couldn’t do that to her.
Ever so slowly I moved the gun’s barrel until it was pointing at the ceiling. Penelope sighed and stepped back.
If I wasn’t going to shoot her, I would go carefully, minimise any reason he had for shooting me. I eased the gun’s hammer down, then I carefully changed my grip so it dangled between my forefinger and thumb. Gradually I bent lowering the gun toward the floor.
I was about half way down when he surged forward. He hit me hard with his shoulder driving me sideways. My hands flew out instinctively to save my face from hitting the cobble floor, the gun skittered away.
There was no stopping my fall, no saving my face. One of his hands found the back of my head, his weight driving me down. My mind still racing, I thought stupidly that at least it was my scarred cheek that would hit the floor, I wouldn’t end up any uglier than I already was.
His weight drove my head hard into the cobbles, light and pain flashed through my brain. Matched by the pain of his knee driving into my kidneys, a sickening tearing feeling forcing all the air out of me.
As I lay on the floor I was barely aware of his weight trying to push my face into the floor and of his gun barrel grinding into the back of my neck. ‘You fucking bitch! You won’t pull a gun on one of mine so quickly again!’
First: I am guest posting tomorrow (Monday the 14th of March).
Rosie Connolly and Charity Bradford are kicking off their HONE YOUR SKILLS Blogfest on Wednesday and as part of their preparation they are hosting some published authors. I’ll be on both blogs on Monday SOOO check it out!
Second: Deb and I have had a mini-vacation.
This weekend is a long weekend in Victoria. We have our Labour Day holiday tomorrow.
Deb and I stayed overnight in Gippsland (eastern Victoria) last night. We came back this evening to avoid the worst of the traffic tomorrow.
I’ve taken some nice shots of various spots between here and Sale. I don’t have enough time or energy tonight so I’ll just give you a taste.
Two piccies of the old jetty at Port Welshpool.
Third: I’ve taken to giving a taste of my work on my WIP on Sundays so here is another section.Poor Valentina got quite a surprise following Penelope last week. Here is what happened next.
Once again this is a first draft that might never find its way into the book.
A warning for those of you of delicate sensibilities, it does feature a little bad language.
Valentina Meshcova
Berlin 1948
The workshop was very dark, the only light seeping in was through cracks around the door frame. And that was the weak watery light of a grey Berlin afternoon.
I struggled between being a little girl frightened of the dark and a soldier ready for a fight.
I fumbled in my bag as my hand closed around the gun butt I was more like a soldier again. I slid it out and held it by my side. Where to stand? By the inner door, they'd come through the inner door. If they opened the outer one I might escape.
Not much chance of escape now, but I was a Soviet and I would take as many with me as I could.
I stood beside the door and waited. It was only a moment, the room blazed as someone turned on the lights. The click of a latch, another click as I cocked my gun. Confidently, almost casually Penelope stepped into the workshop, my gun came up pointing at her face.
The confidence fled, she hadn’t expected the gun. Her hands came up defensively. Slender white fingers, no protection against a bullet, or were they?
Her look of pure terror made me hesitate. I knew fear, it was not something I ever wanted to inflict. ‘Valentina, please…’
My anger surged, hate boiled, how dare she lie to me, betray me, risk everything.
I stepped close bringing the gun to within a centimetre of her eye. ‘Valentina, don’t’
‘You filthy spy, I’ll blow your head off.’
‘Put the gun down!’
A man standing in the doorway, a huge gun pointing right at my head. Penelope hissed urgently, ‘Fred don’t shoot!’
English! She spoke to him in English! Everything I had dreaded proven in that instant.
He was almost apologetic to her, ‘Sorry Miss, my call,’ he bellowed at me, ‘Put it down!’
My mind raced unbelievably fast. At this moment I hated her more than anything or anyone.
I could finish her lies and end my pain at the same time.
End the pain.
End the pain of loosing everyone and everything that mattered. Family, friends, future all gone.
End me.
It would be so easy. Revenge and death in a heartbeat.
It was Natasha who saved me again. A vision popped into my head: Natasha waiting for me to come back.
Waiting.
Alone again.
Waiting.
I couldn’t do that to her.
Ever so slowly I moved the gun’s barrel until it was pointing at the ceiling. Penelope sighed and stepped back.
If I wasn’t going to shoot her, I would go carefully, minimise any reason he had for shooting me. I eased the gun’s hammer down, then I carefully changed my grip so it dangled between my forefinger and thumb. Gradually I bent lowering the gun toward the floor.
I was about half way down when he surged forward. He hit me hard with his shoulder driving me sideways. My hands flew out instinctively to save my face from hitting the cobble floor, the gun skittered away.
There was no stopping my fall, no saving my face. One of his hands found the back of my head, his weight driving me down. My mind still racing, I thought stupidly that at least it was my scarred cheek that would hit the floor, I wouldn’t end up any uglier than I already was.
His weight drove my head hard into the cobbles, light and pain flashed through my brain. Matched by the pain of his knee driving into my kidneys, a sickening tearing feeling forcing all the air out of me.
As I lay on the floor I was barely aware of his weight trying to push my face into the floor and of his gun barrel grinding into the back of my neck. ‘You fucking bitch! You won’t pull a gun on one of mine so quickly again!’
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A Record Short Post
My number two Daughter Io saw most of our swans today.
To be precise she saw the two babies and one of the parents.
Hopefully I’ll catch up with (and photograph) them later in the week.
Continuing with the wet theme:
Agnes Falls in Gippsland.
To be precise she saw the two babies and one of the parents.
Hopefully I’ll catch up with (and photograph) them later in the week.
Continuing with the wet theme:
Agnes Falls in Gippsland.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Gippsland
Once again it is longer than I would have liked between posts.
I mentioned that Deb and I drove across to Gippsland (the eastern section of Victoria).
Well one of Deb’s colleagues owns a holiday house at Cape Paterson and she kindly lent it to us for the weekend.
As you can see the road out front is very wet, it rained for much of our trip down.
We have had a really wet winter, with rain more often than not. We were worried that it would rain the whole weekend, but it cleared up soon after we got there.
The house is right across the road from the beach.
After we got the car unpacked we went for a stroll along the beach in the evening light.
I loved the waves breaking over these rocks.
As we walked further along the beach I took photos back towards the East
The waves have carved this rock full of holes and basins.
These couple of piccies feature the rocks and in the distance Cape Liptrap.
At the tip of Cape Patterson is a reef that extends out into Bass Strait. 
Bass Straight lies between the Aussie Mainland and Tasmania.
We happily strolled across the rocks of the reef. The light was painting the rocks gorgeous colours.
About now we had a near disaster. 
They didn’t look it, but many of these rocks were treacherously slippery.
As Deb stepped from one rock to another her foot skidded and she fell straight down onto the rocks on her front.
I raced across to where she was lying; it was a terrifying experience. I had thoughts of Deb suffering concussion and broken bones.
Fortunately, things weren’t as bad as they might have been.
She slightly grazed her chin and hands. Her worst injury was to her shoulders. She jarred both as she threw her hands out to stop her face smacking into the stone. Poor Deb has been stiff and sore all week.
Not surprisingly that put an end to our walk. We went straight back to the house where I lit a roaring fire and made Deb a hot drink. Once we got warm Deb felt a bit less sore and sorry and we had a evening watching movies and planning our next day.
I mentioned that Deb and I drove across to Gippsland (the eastern section of Victoria).
Well one of Deb’s colleagues owns a holiday house at Cape Paterson and she kindly lent it to us for the weekend.
As you can see the road out front is very wet, it rained for much of our trip down.
We have had a really wet winter, with rain more often than not. We were worried that it would rain the whole weekend, but it cleared up soon after we got there.The house is right across the road from the beach.
After we got the car unpacked we went for a stroll along the beach in the evening light.I loved the waves breaking over these rocks.
As we walked further along the beach I took photos back towards the EastThe waves have carved this rock full of holes and basins.
These couple of piccies feature the rocks and in the distance Cape Liptrap.
At the tip of Cape Patterson is a reef that extends out into Bass Strait. 
Bass Straight lies between the Aussie Mainland and Tasmania.We happily strolled across the rocks of the reef. The light was painting the rocks gorgeous colours.
About now we had a near disaster. 
They didn’t look it, but many of these rocks were treacherously slippery. As Deb stepped from one rock to another her foot skidded and she fell straight down onto the rocks on her front.
I raced across to where she was lying; it was a terrifying experience. I had thoughts of Deb suffering concussion and broken bones.
Fortunately, things weren’t as bad as they might have been.
She slightly grazed her chin and hands. Her worst injury was to her shoulders. She jarred both as she threw her hands out to stop her face smacking into the stone. Poor Deb has been stiff and sore all week.
Not surprisingly that put an end to our walk. We went straight back to the house where I lit a roaring fire and made Deb a hot drink. Once we got warm Deb felt a bit less sore and sorry and we had a evening watching movies and planning our next day.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday - But no Swan Watch (Sorry)
An extremely quick post tonight.
For those of you hanging out for a dose of cygnet cuteness I have to say sorry.
I did try to catch up with our swans on Friday afternoon, but I got chased back inside by cold wet weather before I found them.
I have been away all weekend in Gippsland (eastern Victoria), and didn't get back until after dark.
So all I can say is I will try to catch up with them during the week (weather permitting).
Now as a slight consolation: a piccie I took at dawn this morning down at Cape Patterson in Gippsland.
Time allowing I will post about my Gippsland trip this week. I've come back with 600 odd piccies and once I have sorted them I will share more.
For those of you hanging out for a dose of cygnet cuteness I have to say sorry.
I did try to catch up with our swans on Friday afternoon, but I got chased back inside by cold wet weather before I found them.
I have been away all weekend in Gippsland (eastern Victoria), and didn't get back until after dark.
So all I can say is I will try to catch up with them during the week (weather permitting).
Now as a slight consolation: a piccie I took at dawn this morning down at Cape Patterson in Gippsland.
Time allowing I will post about my Gippsland trip this week. I've come back with 600 odd piccies and once I have sorted them I will share more.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
When Things Fall Into Place
I experienced a bit of an odd moment on Saturday.
As you know I like to get out and about with my camera in tow.
Anyway I conceived an idea of taking some piccies of a waterfall. I didn’t have one in mind but falling water was what I wanted.
We often haunt the Yarra Valley on our weekend forays. So I naturally thought of Googling waterfalls near our usual haunt.
Only one came up and it was something like one and a half hours walk from the nearest road. Not really something that would daunt me too much, but I thought too far for a Saturday afternoon.
So I cast my web a bit further.
Another waterfall popped up.
Toorongo Falls out in the Gippsland district past Noojee.
Closer to car parking, only twenty five minutes walk each way. Good.
So I ask Google how to get there. Three hours drive each way.
Now don’t get me wrong I am an Aussie, more than that I am a Queenslander and we make our country big up that way.
So normally I wouldn’t worry about a couple of hours drive (each way) on a Saturday afternoon.
But three? And I wanted to get up reasonably on Sunday early to catch ANZAC day the next morning.
Another one for the back burner, I thought.
Five minutes later Deb wandered in to my study.
‘Shall we go somewhere today.’
‘I’d like to. Where do you think?’
‘I thought out past Yarra Junction, past Powelltown. You know the road that leads down towards Warragul?’
Deb had just outlined 80% of the trip to Noojee and the Falls.
So of course that was that, we were going.
It took us about two hours, not three. Google’s estimates are usually pretty good. But clearly we kept up a higher average on windy mountain roads than they expect. Plus, although it was a long-weekend, it was rainy. So the road was quiet.
When we got there it was wet, and it was getting late. Deb thought about it, but knitting in a warm car suddenly seemed far more attractive than traipsing along a muddy, leech infested track.
I checked the time, as I said it was late and cloudy. It gets very dark, very quickly in the bush. I’ve been caught in the bush in the dark before and it isn’t fun without a good light (there is probably another post there some time).
But I figured I had enough time: to get to the falls; take some piccies; and get back before I lost the light.
Five minutes into the walk the track crosses the Toorongo River. Thanks to the rain there was plenty of water, which is good when you want to take photos of a waterfall. With the Oz climate being what it is, I have arrived at many a “waterfall” to think, ‘Hmm, interesting cliff. Now where is that waterfall?’
I thought the swollen stream rushing around some lovely moss covered boulders was too attractive to not grab a couple of piccies.
So here you are, I shot these quickly because I was by now worried that I simply wouldn’t have enough light to get the waterfall.
From the crossing it was a good climb the whole way to the Falls. I caught the glimpse about halfway up that I teased you with last night. I shot that with a long telephoto lens.
Then finally I was at the falls. But it was by now almost dark.
So dark in fact that I would have had no chance to capture anything if I hadn’t brought a tripod.
So I got these with a really long exposure.
What do you think?
(The one above was Deb's favourite.)
I am happy with them, especially given they were shot under really bad conditions.
I’ve included this one to give an indication of how long the exposure was. I “ruined” it by moving the camera before the shutter closed. It almost looks like mist rising off the falls.
As you know I like to get out and about with my camera in tow.
Anyway I conceived an idea of taking some piccies of a waterfall. I didn’t have one in mind but falling water was what I wanted.
We often haunt the Yarra Valley on our weekend forays. So I naturally thought of Googling waterfalls near our usual haunt.
Only one came up and it was something like one and a half hours walk from the nearest road. Not really something that would daunt me too much, but I thought too far for a Saturday afternoon.
So I cast my web a bit further.
Another waterfall popped up.
Toorongo Falls out in the Gippsland district past Noojee.
Closer to car parking, only twenty five minutes walk each way. Good.
So I ask Google how to get there. Three hours drive each way.
Now don’t get me wrong I am an Aussie, more than that I am a Queenslander and we make our country big up that way.
So normally I wouldn’t worry about a couple of hours drive (each way) on a Saturday afternoon.
But three? And I wanted to get up reasonably on Sunday early to catch ANZAC day the next morning.
Another one for the back burner, I thought.
Five minutes later Deb wandered in to my study.
‘Shall we go somewhere today.’
‘I’d like to. Where do you think?’
‘I thought out past Yarra Junction, past Powelltown. You know the road that leads down towards Warragul?’
Deb had just outlined 80% of the trip to Noojee and the Falls.
So of course that was that, we were going.
It took us about two hours, not three. Google’s estimates are usually pretty good. But clearly we kept up a higher average on windy mountain roads than they expect. Plus, although it was a long-weekend, it was rainy. So the road was quiet.
When we got there it was wet, and it was getting late. Deb thought about it, but knitting in a warm car suddenly seemed far more attractive than traipsing along a muddy, leech infested track.
I checked the time, as I said it was late and cloudy. It gets very dark, very quickly in the bush. I’ve been caught in the bush in the dark before and it isn’t fun without a good light (there is probably another post there some time).
But I figured I had enough time: to get to the falls; take some piccies; and get back before I lost the light.
Five minutes into the walk the track crosses the Toorongo River. Thanks to the rain there was plenty of water, which is good when you want to take photos of a waterfall. With the Oz climate being what it is, I have arrived at many a “waterfall” to think, ‘Hmm, interesting cliff. Now where is that waterfall?’
I thought the swollen stream rushing around some lovely moss covered boulders was too attractive to not grab a couple of piccies.
So here you are, I shot these quickly because I was by now worried that I simply wouldn’t have enough light to get the waterfall.
From the crossing it was a good climb the whole way to the Falls. I caught the glimpse about halfway up that I teased you with last night. I shot that with a long telephoto lens.Then finally I was at the falls. But it was by now almost dark.
So dark in fact that I would have had no chance to capture anything if I hadn’t brought a tripod.
So I got these with a really long exposure.
What do you think?
(The one above was Deb's favourite.)I am happy with them, especially given they were shot under really bad conditions.
I’ve included this one to give an indication of how long the exposure was. I “ruined” it by moving the camera before the shutter closed. It almost looks like mist rising off the falls.
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