Never coming back from Blubberhead Road…..
The Steve Earle tune went round in my head as I drove down the muddy track to nowhere in Dover, deep in the south of Tasmania.
It was all part of our weekend away from the hustle of Lonnie and a chance to breathe a little.
Dover is a small village with a rich history and ample fodder for my trusty Canon, although as usual, never enough time to do justice.
It was 704am as my peepers focussed on the clock in our overnight room for the second time that morning and I decided that light would surely be my friend, if I forgot about an extended sleep in on our weekend adventure to the other end of the island.
It was a wee bit brisk as you would expect, with snow falling on higher ground later in the day, and the sky was a cycling spectrum of steel grey cloud, opaque rain, gentle blues, through orange and purples in patches of clear sky.
The light was amazing and I caught what I could, where I could.
I played with some fill flash and shot freehand with some higher than preferred ISO settings, but the experiment is all part of the excitement of the journey.
So enjoy the snapshot into our life as the weekend that was.