2012; I've nominated this to be my representative image for the year. This year saw us make our first (and as at the date of writing only) trip to Tasmania. It was centred around Hobart with a brief diversion to Port Arthur to the south east; a former convict colony in a place that was quite hard to escape from. The colony was at the end of a long peninsula which narrowed at one point to a very narrow piece of land which was easy to guard.

Trying to get out by water was a suicide attempt. Trying to get through the unforgiving bush to even reach that well guarded neck was barely any better.

To try to reform the convicts, religion was provided (because of course that always works so well) in the form of a non-denominational stone church that was built by the convicts themselves in 1836 to 1837. It was a beautiful piece of architecture, very reminiscent of a lot of church architecture in the rustic areas of mother England.

Unfortunately Tasmania is more prone to bushfires than England is and the church was burnt out and gutted during a bushfire in 1884. It does however remain an attractive backdrop for events like weddings.

Oh, the woman in the doorway? No idea; just a tourist who happened to be there looking back at the building when I shot, an action which seemed an apt symbol of looking back in time.