The gin-clear skies over Hobart are an almost everyday event in summertime, and even in winter, but occasionally the mists come over and down the river. The vista changes.
I was looking out yesterday and thinking of taking a few snaps but someone beat me to it.
The someone had been up on the big mountain at dawn and the sight was magical. They left some photos on a table in the Oz Room.
I do not know who the photographer is, but he works with what my Supplier provides.