The panther of Mount Wellington…
… and his friend the mountain lion. This afternoon I decided to take a leisurely stroll up behind the Chalet on Mount Wellington, to see what I could see. I wasn’t after anything in particular, just a general wander to…
Orchids, the latest obsession…
Fungi season finished a while ago, which was sad. Not massively sad to the point of sinking into a pit of depression, but sad enough. I think a big part of the sad is also that being the end of fungi…
Boots – Beams – Burnie
Last Wednesday night was the annual Advocate newspaper reader snapshot calendar awards night thingy. My little mate Leena landed Miss December, so we wandered on up to the North of the state to partake in some wine drinking and frock…
This is what I did when I was 16…
I had a pet rat called Ratticus, two green mohawks, safety pins through my ears a brown leather coat and pants held together with patches… And I used to enter my Irises into the Royal Horticultural Societies annual Rose and…
Naturising with Naturalists
It won’t come as a surprise to you, that the other day I finally joined the Tasmanian Field Naturalists. I had been meaning to for a while, but it was one of those things I kept forgetting to do, which…
Reminding me why I miss Melbourne
We have been here close on two years now, each time we get visitors I get a little ‘Melbourne sick’. Not sick for the actual place, take that or leave it really. Okay, well sometimes when I desperately want Red…
Styx with Boots and Beams
I totally love the world. The world where there aren’t people. Not that I don’t like people, people are good value and can be highly entertaining at times, but I really really really love the world where plants and bugs…
Two Huts and an Ice Skating Rink
Last week myself and a couple of buddies, who for the purpose of conformity across this post shall remain nameless, went off on our first Hut Hunting expedition on a mountain close to Hobart, which shall also remain nameless. No…
Red tide that is blue
Lately we have been seeing blooms of Noctiluca scintillans lighting up the beaches in southern Tasmania. Not every beach, everywhere, yet there has been a particularly fantastic bloom happening down at South arm beach. I was out aurora hunting with…
Why I don’t like you butchering my photos
Perhaps butchering is a harsh word. Not all people butcher, but there is a huge tendency to crop and edit. When I say edit I really mean add Instagram filters or other various phone app effects to my shots. Look.…