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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
Does anyone else like scrambling through driftwood to see what they can find? Enroute to Tomahawk Island in the distance.
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Waterscape 56/100 in 2025
A bit of panoramic minimalism for a Monday from my Tassie trip last year. Tomahawk Beach on Tasmania’s north coast is one of those places where the scale of the landscape hits you. At low tide the sand stretches out in every direction, leaving a huge empty expanse. And the day I was there twasn't another soul to be seen, just me & nature.
That's Tomahawk Island out on the horizon, looking surprisingly small against that wide sky and endless beach. Standing there I was thinking how quiet and remote the place felt - just the elements & me. And just the way I like it. It made me feel small and very lucky to be there. Also slightly relieved there wasn’t anyone around to see how long it took me to walk back across all that sand ;)
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High Plains Drifter, 1973, was filmed in this location. The town Lago was constructed on the shore of Mono Lake and later removed. Panum Crater can be seen in the film and is to camera left
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A lone tree stands like a memory etched in the sky, its bare branches spreading into the stillness. The land sleeps beneath a faded winter light, and in the distance, a solitary figure walks—small against the quiet vastness. The horizon is a blur of forgotten time, where earth and sky no longer argue about where one ends.
Like a shell opening toward the sea, the lines in the sand guide the eye to a quiet human moment beneath the wide horizon.
A Boat That Knows How to Wait
On the left bank of the Korana River, hidden beneath bare branches and tied to stillness, a small boat waits.
The water carries its winter green — calm, steady, unmistakably Korana.
No rush, no noise — only time, weathered wood, and a place known to those who arrive slowly.
This is not about going far.
It’s about knowing how to wait.
Čamac koji zna čekati
Na lijevoj obali rijeke Korane, skriven ispod granja i vezan uz tišinu, čamac mirno čeka.
Voda je zelenkasta, zimska i postojana, baš kakva Korana zna biti.
Nema žurbe, nema buke — samo tragovi vremena, drvo koje pamti ruke ribića i mjesto koje poznaju oni koji dolaze polako.
Ovdje se ne plovi daleko.
Ovdje se uči čekati.