LANDSCAPE PHOTOGRAPHY > SOUTHWEST NATIONAL PARK – MT. ANNE AND LAKE PEDDER REGION – TASMANIA > Breaking Rainstorm Over Lake Pedder Sunset Panorama SMALL (Mt. Eliza, Mt. Anne Track, Southwest National Park)
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The track to Mt. Anne is one of the most beautiful areas in Tasmania. The ascent up Mt. Eliza at the beginning of the Mt. Anne track offers continual, unobscured, panoramic views of Lake Pedder while the alpine traverse across the Mt. Anne plateau offers spectacular 360° views of the multiple mountain ranges in Tasmania’s rugged Southwest National Park World Heritage Area. Climbing to the summit of Mt. Anne (1423m (4669’)), the highest mountain in Tasmania’s Southwest, however, is not for the faint-hearted. This photograph was taken near the bottom of Mt. Eliza on the Mt. Anne Circuit.
Southwest National Park World Heritage Area is Tasmania’s most remote wilderness and is dominated by buttongrass plains, wet eucalypt forests and jagged mountain ranges. The Southern Ocean forms the park’s southern boundary, while expansive Lake Pedder and Lake Gordon occupy its centre. The park is home to endangered orange bellied parrots (Neophema chrysogaster) and Tasmanian wedge-tailed eagles (Aquila addax fleayi) as well as 1000+ year old Huon Pines. If the Tasmanian Tiger (Thylacine) still exists, it would likely be in Southwest National Park.
“If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he [God] is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9)
“‘Come now, let us reason together,’ says the LORD. ‘Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” (Isaiah 1:18)
I sat there in my car, all alone at the Mt. Anne trailhead at Condominium Creek.
I felt bad, and I felt guilty…..because I was guilty.
As I replayed that afternoon in my mind, I shuddered at how I had let anger grip me and how I had lashed out in my words and actions toward my husband and daughter. I felt terrible, for they had done nothing to deserve such treatment. I was the one who was completely in the wrong, no excuses.
I felt like the Psalmist, “…my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails within me” (Psalm 40:12).
However, I knew God’s promise that, “If we confess our sins, he [God] is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9). This gave me hope as I sat there contrite over my sin. I knew that as soon as I confessed, God would forgive me. I knew I would also need to go ask my husband’s and daughter’s forgiveness too.
“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight…Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow…Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me…The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” (Psalm 51:1-4, 6-7, 10, 17)
As I confessed my sin to God, all the guilt, all the tension, all the agitation, all the heaviness evaporated away. I knew Jesus had died on the cross to pay the punishment for my sins, and in him I placed my trust. (See Message to learn how to be forgiven and reconciled to God).
As I sat there confessing my sins, the floodgates of heaven suddenly opened up and pummelled the dry, hot land with heavy rain.
When toward the end of my prayer it finally stopped, I cautiously emerged from my car and headed up the trailhead, camera in hand, for it was near sunset. I had been bushwalking earlier that day, so I was covered in sedimentary layers of dirt and filth, but as the water-laden bushes and grasses brushed up against me, they scrubbed me clean.
About fifteen minutes up the track I turned around to see this beautiful sight!
The dark, heavy rain clouds had brought the cleansing rain. Now they were breaking apart to reveal the glorious light of the sun. It was a natural metaphor for me in my situation, perhaps even heaven-sent.
I planted my tripod in the middle of the dripping, white flowers–again another metaphor of cleansing, purity and forgiveness–and shot this beautiful scene.
This photo is particularly special to me because it always reminds me of God’s grace and forgiveness, which is always there and readily available to anyone who will confess their sins and receive it.
“Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered. Blessed is the man whose sin the LORD does not count against him and in whose spirit is no deceit. When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Selah. Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the LORD’–and you forgave the guilt of my sin. Selah. Therefore let everyone who is godly pray to you while you may be found…” (Psalm 32:1-6)