Standing on the rocks and logs of Arthur River you can only experience desolation and beauty. The tannin stained waters flow down the Arthur River and with the incredible chilly winds and rough seas, the water turns to a brown foam. You can only feel that thousands of years ago, it was just the same as you are looking at now.
On even a quiet day you can stand meters away and see the jets of water rise from the blowhole in Bicheno, in the state's East. If you stand close enough, you can hear the water echoing through the chasm before it erupts. The rock to the right seems like it was placed there to make the perfect composition - I love this place.
At the west side of Godfrey's Beach, these amazing formations sit. On this particular time, October 2011, we climbed over countless rocks. Sitting along this rock was this beautiful white algae in bloom and the rolling green hills of Stanley in the distance. It doesn't get much better than this.
If you're able to catch a clear morning at Dove Lake, consider yourself very lucky - this was one of those rare clear yet cold (-7) mornings, where the twin peaks of Cradle reflect over the lake. This rocks seem to be almost placed here perfectly - like many other places in Tasmania, everything seems to always fall into place.
On a calm morning at Dove Lake at the base of Cradle Mountain, the morning went from rain to snow to clear just before sunrise - leaving the peaks lightly sprinkled in snow and frost that quickly melted in the sub zero temperatures.
The track to Liffey Falls is a short one, down hill and littered with stunning ferns and rainforest. It has 3 tiers and you can stop to view each. I prefer to walk to the very bottom and then walk out into the freezing cold water. This particular day was overcast and raining - perfect for waterfalls. I walked past the main tier and was soaked. I decided to head down the river a little more and was stunned to find this incredible tree framing the falls perfectly and a beautiful small cascade in the foreground. This was one of the last shots I took that day as the rain became too heavy.
As a scudding shower skirts the West Coast, the tide surges over the weathered rocks at the Edge Of The World. These logs are drenched by crashing waves - this photograph involved a meticulous process of covering the camera before taking a photograph and then cleaning the filters - hoping that the photograph is perfect.
A short drive from Arthur River on the West Coast, heading south and you'll find yourself at a turn off to visit these strange desolate, jagged, rock formations. Here I climbed down the rocks to be 'in amongst it' - right where the waves crash and flow. This long exposure, captures the mood of the West Coast - wind blown, ancient and unique.
Over the township of Sheffield, sits Mt Roland - a stunning mountain that can be photographed from many different angles. The light this day as we drove down the road was stunning to say the least.
Like a sea creature or octopus washed upon the beach, these strands of seaweed were mesmerising against the wet white sand of the stretch of coastline called Friendly Beaches.
Standing in the rain and waiting and waiting for the right light - 5 hours in fact and in a fleeting moment, it was all but gone.
Driving south from Freycinet (in the distance), the turquoise, clear waters of Oyster Bay were an absolute must stop. Driving down a road, one could only be amazed to see a blanked of yellow wildflowers to seal this image. Everything always falls into place in Tasmania.
Godfrey's Beach has many sides - depending on seasons and tides, and the many rocky outcrops at each end of this relatively short beach. The red sky from this sunrise felt like a new dawn - a start of new friendships.
The rocks at Friendly Beaches on the East Coast and the stunning white sand, deliver a calmness that is reminiscent of most places in Tasmania - yet breathtaking at every turn.
The roots of this tree twist and entwine themselves deep into the lichen covered rocks of the Bay of Fires. A clear sunset produced a calm glow of twilight as little waves lapped into the bay as the cold set in.
I decided not climb the rocks this morning and spent the sunrise walking the beach - looking for small features and textures. The seaweed embedded in the sand with the flowing tide provided the perfect interest for this calm, overcast morning.
Close to the end of our trip in Tasmania, we were tired and exhausted. I'd seen photographs of the Tessellated Pavement and on a previous drive the day before, I'd worked out just where this famous landmark was. We drove the 20 minutes here, realising we'd left too late, but hurried to make it, just as the sun was about to rise. Here I witnessed rolling waves that crashed metres away and yet, the water would then run for trickle through the rocks and run along the pavement, constantly filling up the small puddles and providing a perfect reflection this morning. A landscape version of this photograph is listed in the Limited Edition gallery.
A short walk from the carpark and you're standing on the Tessellated Pavement. I looked behind to see what the morning light was doing after a clear dawn rise, and this scene was simply before me - low clouds over the mountains, crashing waves and glassy reflections.
Ancient logs that flow down the Arthur River to the "Edge Of The World" that were once part of the forest of the Tarkine Wilderness rest calmly amongst the battered rocks pounded by the Indian Ocean - a fallen forest.
Overlooking Coles Bay sits the peaks of The Hazards - mountain peaks that rest quietly and often glow orange and red during a sunset.