Travelling through Tasmania in winter, one comes across many silhouettes and shadows.
Wrought metal work illuminating a history –
Surveyors opening up the hinterland.
Extinct Tasmanian Tigers.
A shepherd and his sheep.
Merino ram, ewes and lamb.
Clever lazer offcuts for garden sculptures and stiles into paddocks.
Clever topiary –
A farmer on an ATV with his dogs.
A jackeroo rounding up sheep. (the plant, an unknown wiry fastgrowing creeper immune to frost, snow and drought)
A koala bear… hmmm.
A boat with a farmer and his sheep. (Still growing) Why a boat and sheep you ask? I’m guessing because this little country town has a lake with an island and they may have grazed the island historically and had to cart the sheep back and forth in a dinghy.
So you see, such things make ‘pootling’ wonderfully interesting and eyecatching…