Tomahawk

Continuing my meander up Tasmania’s east coast, I veered off to the far northeast and we now find ourselves on Tomahawk Road, passing through the tiny settlement of Tomahawk. After a short walk we cross a bridge over the Tomahawk River (noticing a theme yet?), we reached the windswept beauty of Tomahawk Beach, hiked to the end of Tomahawk Point, and admired the view out to, you guessed it, Tomahawk Island. Someone clearly had a thing for tomahawks!

 

The beach itself was wonderfully wild and deserted; cold, windy, and utterly invigorating. One of those raw, elemental moments that makes you feel fully alive. The Tomahawk River meandered its way to the ocean, but the beach was crisscrossed with little rivulets, turning the walk into a bit of a fun maze to reach the point.

 

The beach had so many moods and faces, a real treat for photography. I think this minimalistic shot highlights the vast emptiness and perfect solitude of the place. Zoom in to enjoy the wriggly tide-sculpted sand (the official scientific name for them I'm sure) and glistening water!

 

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Waterscape 55/100 in 2025

 

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