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We walked through Port Arthur in the rain. I took photos in between rain drops. The sky looked like a watercolour painting, grey bleeding into blue-grey.
In the colonial era houses, I had a little more time to linger around wood panelled rooms, heavy with shadows and history, and graceful with old-time symmetry.
Luckily, the weather became fine again when we arrived in the Freycinet national park. We came to see the world famous Wine Glass Bay, lingering before and after.
In the belly of Mona, where photos can only begin to sketch the sensory and artistic experience.
And a tranquil, happy afternoon in Hobart, strolling around the wharf and historic Salamanca Place.