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Friday October 18, 2013

Dear Diary,

I had a mind to go chasing stormy seas today. Not so much on a wild, adventurous scale, travelling a long distance to find mountainous waves that would take an upwards neck-crane to see the crests before they boomed to earth, but just a steady jaunt around the local river’s edges, to see what drama was unfolding down at the Heads. I wanted to find great plumes of spray were hurtling into the air as the water crashed violently against the ancient rocks. I wanted the feel the spindrift as it mingled with the drizzle, smell the brine, hear the crashing rhythm of the inbound flow.

The Low Head lighthouse shines a beacon out to sea, at Low Head, Tasmania, Australia. Image: Rose Frankcombe

Instead, yes, it was turbulent, but somewhat pedestrian to my imaginings, which didn’t appease my lusting for the thrill of Nature at its most dramatic.

However, perched at a fave vantage point overlooking the notorious Hebe Reef, and a full river-mouth distance from the Lowhead Lighthouse, it was a good opportunity to practice distance shots which, I’m pleased to say turned out better than I’d thought from viewing the small square screen after the shutter was clicked. My yearning for wild seas abated a little, but Lowhead beckoned, so in a half-hour sweep, I was there, under the red-banded light tower, front-facing the pummeling gale and spying a large vessel out in the misty distance waiting for the tide to rise enough for its safe passage into the River Tamar.

 

A distance shot of Low Head lighthouse across the mouth of the Tamar River, Tasmania, Australia. Image: Rose Frankcombe

Some people approached, struck up a conversation, telling me about the vessel on the horizon and how it’d been due in mid afternoon, but was still offshore waiting instructions, permission to enter the river, no doubt from the pilot who would guide the unwieldy vessel through the narrow entrance channel. I think upon reflection, dear diary, that the pummeling wind did sate my yearning for exposure to a wild storm, for the moment...  

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Looking upriver from the tip of Low Head, Tasmania, Australia. Image: Rose Frankcombe
One of the several beacon lights along the Tamar River. This one is near Low Head, Tasmania, Australia.
The pilot boat shelters in the quiet harbour away from the turmoil of the river, Low Head Pilot Station, Tasmania, Australia.
A Pied Oystercatcher fossicks along the out-tide shore at Kelso, Tasmania, Australia.
The heavy swell of the incoming tide at the Tamar Estuary near Low Head, Tasmania, Australia.
The whitecaps roll in to the Tamar Estuary, Tasmania, Australia.

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