The devil in Tassie

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Australia, landscape photography, Photography, travel

March. Autumn. I was visiting Tasmania for the first time.

It was unseasonally warm. The apple isle had been in the grip of an extended hot season. As always in Australia, the resulting storms and lightning strikes had started many fires. Wide, rolling fires, hard to extinguish, continuing for weeks with the ongoing heat. Steady fires, edging their way forward through great swathes of the south-east, south-west and central highlands. The Huon Valley was a write-off; my planned visit to Tahune now forgotten, the Airwalk a crispy, blackened mess at the end of a closed road.

The east coast was immune, dramatic and beautiful. The north-western inland forests were still reasonably lush and green. Clouds hugged mountains, exposed cliffs were mossy and ferny. It was dry but the thickly-forested landscape survived. I tried to capture the surrounding countryside: granite, pines, rainforest gullies.

With 2 days left and now travelling on my own, I headed south towards Lake Pedder via the central highlands. Rolling hills of pale yellow grasses, remnants of dry forest and empty roads. Despite heading south it was heating up; 39 degrees with hot winds buffeting the car. I didn’t see anyone else for miles. I think Tasmanians were as shocked as I was by the weather and stayed hidden in their homes.

I was determined to reach Strathgordon, explore Lake Pedder and stay overnight but unsure if the road in would be open. Fires had already rumbled through adjacent Mount View and Southwest National Parks. But luck was with me and still with no other soul in sight, I cruised into gently smoking and formerly fire-affected areas. I chose my rest stops carefully as the sun started to disappear behind grey-white drifting smoke.

Smokey clouds start to block the sun.
Windscreen view: drifting smoke and scorched granite.

Then, I rounded a bend and saw this:

Towards Mount View National Park.

The fresh fire was to the north east of me with prevailing winds pushing smoke in my direction, creating the illusion of close fire. Windblown embers made it feel very real. Battling mind-games, I decided to keep going and drove without stopping until I safely reached Lake Pedder. I wanted to stop and take more photos of the dramatically scorched and apocalyptically-beautiful landscape, but fear and uncertainty won out.

Lake Pedder was gorgeous, stunning (and a future blog post). A little way further west of the lake is Gordon Dam (at the end of Gordon River Road – after that, it’s world heritage wilderness). I was the only one there. My fear of heights and the strong, hot winds made for a slow walk down to the wall. I had a death-grip on those handrails. But I did it.

The walk to Gordon Dam wall.

Overnight the conditions changed. A misty rain settled in and the temperature dropped by 20 degrees. The Tassie I expected was back. Retracing my steps of the day before, everything smelled of damp fire and smoke. Some plants already had light green growth peeking through, recovering from earlier fires. Others remained softly sizzling in the dampness.

Morning light behind smoke, Southwest NP.

My favourite image is this one below. A grass tree, intact, leaves curled delicately as a result of bushfire, traumatised, elegant, beautiful.

I left Southwest NP and headed into Franklin Gordon Wild Rivers on this last day. It couldn’t have been more different but that’s another blog post.


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I live and work in Newcastle, Australia - a gorgeous little coastal town in NSW. Kids, dogs, love, work, trees, the beach and my camera keep me happy. All blog content and photography is copyright Louise Faulkner Photography, but am happy to share with those seeking permission.

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