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Re-Viewing Von Guérard ‘s ‘Snowy Peak’, 150 years on

18 Nov 2012:

Everyone knows that the weather can quickly turn nasty in the High Country. When Karen and I walked out from Charlotte Pass in the early afternoon, crystal sunshine cheered us along at first, warming up as we got into stride. I adjusted the pack-straps to get more comfortable, feeling good to be back ‘in harness’, even under my 35kg burden. “Too much camera gear … again.” We could hear the water down in the Snowy and in Club Lake Creek. On the other side, we could see strips and patches of snow on the slopes, mirroring the few chunky clouds above.

The first big raindrops were a surprise, and we hurried into Goretex, but it soon became pellety hail, so we tramped on with our heads down to avoid the noisy projectiles. Met a few groups of walkers, all retreating down off the mountain. “There’s a couple of days of weather coming through”, one said. “You’d be better to hold off till Tuesday.” That wasn’t an option for us. We had an appointment on the summit of Mt Townsend: 1pm, Monday 19th of November, 2012.

Once up past Seaman’s Hut, we left the track in fog and followed a ridge down towards the creek below Mueller’s Peak. Not that we could see it. The hail had turned into heavy wet snow, blowing horizontally from the south, and our recently expansive world had collapsed down to a circle of just twenty metres around us. The big snowflakes muffled sound, and it was curiously quiet. We admired a few early white daisies and eyebrights, poking up through the snow grass, and wondered if they regretted their emergence so early in the season.

We jumped across a little creek, strapped on snow shoes and spiked our way up the crusty snow on the other side. On reaching the pass above Wilkinsons Creek, we were now walking the same route as was taken by Von Guérard’s party of five – 54,786 days before us.

19 Nov 1862:

“Our path led us across ravines, snow fields and extensive marshes, covered with alpine vegetation, to a little lake at the foot of the highest summit.”

“… the wind blew very strong from the North and the rain fell occasionally in showers, … and I hurried them as much as possible in order that we might yet have time to ascend the ‘Snowy Peak’[1], another point of Mt Kosciusko which, from its being thickly covered with snow, has frequently been believed to be its highest point. Descended into a flat and made a short halt for the purpose of taking dinner, during which I learned that my friend M. de Guérard celebrated his 50th birth-day on this very day and we accordingly drank his health.”[2]

18-19 Nov 2012:

We descended from the pass down towards Wilkinsons Creek, and by the time we found a suitable flat grassy campsite, the snow had stopped and the sun was out again. We put up the tent, and cooked some soup, and noodles with venison jerky. We drank tea while the sun set behind Abbott’s Peak, and the meanders and oxbows of the creek turned to shiny gold below us. It was getting cold. I took a few hurried photos, and we retreated into the tent.

A dense fog descended with the dark, and windy rain fell through the night and into the morning. Breakfast in bed. Read, and drank more tea. The fog and rain-clouds began to break up around 11 o’clock, so we emerged, loaded up our daypacks and headed across the snow and up the slope to Mt Townsend.

Just two hours to make our rendezvous. Happy 200th birthday, Eugene.[3]

In my blood

Along with all the camping and photographic gear in my backpack, the food, clothing and emergency kit, I carried my own history. In 1835, my great-grandfather William Rial was a convict assigned to a station at the northern end of Namadgi – at Tuggeranong and then later at Lanyon. Over the years I’ve fantasised (without the slightest evidence) that he too might have travelled over the Monaro and ventured up into the Snowy Mountains, back when the Ngarigo people still went up there in summer to feast on the bogongs – and several decades before Von Guérard’s visit.

Later, and from 1894 to 1942, his son (my grandfather, Archibald Rial) held leases to run stock up near Mt Jagungal – at Farm Ridge. Every year, from November to April, he and his stockmen would graze thousands of sheep (and some cattle) up there, returning down the western side with the first snows. Family legend is that he panned the gold for my grandmother’s wedding ring from the Doubtful River. They climbed up Jagungal on their honeymoon in 1910. She later scandalised polite society as “the first woman to ride astride down the main street of Adaminaby”. That makes me feel strangely proud.

Archie and Nina Rial on Mt Jagungal

Fig.1 Archie and Nina Rial on Mt Jagungal, January 1919

Then my own immediate family farmed on the western side near Tumbarumba. Uncle Bill took me up trout fishing, and Uncle Ted took me skiing at Kiandra during September school holidays. With Aunty Thel he took me up the Tumut River so I could see and remember the prime farming land, before it was submerged by the new Blowering Dam. Nowadays I regularly travel down the Monaro Highway to hike, camp and make photographs in the mountains. By my rough estimate, my boots and snowshoes have made well over a million footprints on the land there.

Perhaps then it’s unsurprising, but in ways that I enjoy but can’t fully explain, I feel connected to that country. Not in the sense of ownership, more like a kind of belonging, as if some part of me has chosen this place, of all possible places, to be a homeland of my identity. The land speaks to me, with stories of all the people, ancestors and strangers, who have left their traces on it. I keep some mental snapshots stored away (early morning mist alongside the Finns River near Tin Hut, sunset over Lake Albina from Muellers Peak), that I summon up when I need to find calm.

I think (or at least I like to think) that the photographs I make there are an attempt to explore and express these feelings.

19 Nov 1862:

“At 1h p.m. we reached the Snowy Peak (7140), but the wind was so very strong and the granite boulders, of which the summit is composed were so piled up, that I did not think it prudent to take the barometers to the top.”

“… M. de Guérard, meanwhile had seated himself on the summit, which affords a beautiful view of the mountainous country of NSW and Victoria, as well as the plains of the Murray River, and was taking a sketch of the scenery…” [5]

North-east view from the northern top of Mt Kosciusko

After he “seated himself on the summit”, Von Guérard made just two drawings in the little field sketchbook that he carried with him. The foreground sketch shows, at the lower left side, the outline of a craggy rock wall that would later become a major feature of his painting – even though no such dramatic jumble of boulders exists at the actual site.

EVG - foreground sketch

Fig. 2 Foreground sketch by Eugene von Guérard[6] 

EVG - background sketch

Fig. 3 Background sketch by Eugene von Guérard [7]

On returning to Melbourne, over the course of the next year he produced three more versions of the scene. The first was a large pencil sketch, combing the contents of the two field sketches, and adding small human ‘staffage’ figures. (The full complement of the party[8] – expedition leader Georg von Neumayer, his assistant Edward Brinkmann, the guides Weston and Twynham, Hector the dog, and von Guérard himself – resplendent in a wind-blown cape, gazing heroically across the vista.)

Then followed a tinted lithograph, with another staffage figure incorporated.

EVG - lithograph

Figure 4 – Eugene Von Guérard. North-east view from the top of Mount Kosciusko, New South Wales. Lithograph, hand coloured, 32.5 x 51cm

Finally he produced the oil painting, North-east view from the northern top of Mt Kosciusko (1863), with the figures smaller, and moved slightly towards the right.

EVG - painting

Fig. 5 – Eugene von Guérard, North-east view from the northern top of Mount Kosciusko (1863). Oil on canvas, 66.5 x 116.8cm. National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

In many ways, the painting reflects a mid-19th century, rather ‘European’ way of seeing the Australian landscape. Von Guérard learnt his craft in Austria, Italy and Germany before coming to Australia in 1852 and, like other artists of the time, often employed a palette more suited to the quality of light, the forms and the traditions of Europe.[9]

Structurally, he sought an almost scientific verisimilitude in his landscapes. He was inspired by Humboldt’s empiricism, his conception of the complementarity of science and art, and of the importance of precision in recording the world.[10]

At the same time, he also sought to imbue the landscape with an aura of sublime grandeur, which was the general taste of the time. It shows in the dramatic boulder formations that he added to the left foreground (‘rock and awe’?), and in the way that the staffage accentuates the impressive scale of the natural landscape – and the insignificance of humans within it.

It’s a beautiful painting, but there’s a contradiction at its heart: the scientific and sublime are in conflict. For example I found, when manipulating my photographs in Photoshop to match his painting, that I had to stretch the vertical scale by more than 20% to align it with the more alpine (and ‘Alp-like’) peaks of his representation. Precise topographical accuracy sits alongside fanciful topography. The fantasy boulder-pile frames the landscape, but is as exaggerated as the mountains of a Gothic altarpiece.

The painting has always appealed to me, since I first saw it 30 years ago. I like it that it is a scene from ‘my country’, and that it is both immediately recognisable but also ‘not quite right’ – a sublime falsification of the place depicted. I enjoy the danger and adventure in the story of the Von Neumayer expedition. And, like most people who view and admire it, I respond (or am susceptible?) to all the conventions and techniques of the landscape art tradition that the painting embodies: the grandeur, the dramatic light and weather, repoussoir, layers of landscape before a bright horizon, human scale, ridge lines to lead the eye through the frame.

19 Nov 2012:

1pm, right on time. We had to leave our snowshoes and poles just below the summit, and clambered over and around the granite tors, hands and feet working together, to reach it. The sky was gradually clearing, but it was cold and a little windy.

By lining up the triangular rock in the bottom right of Von Guérard’s painting with the slope of the ridge behind it, we could identify the smooth flat boulder that he sat on to make his drawings. It would have provided him with some shelter from the wind. We compared the scene with a printed copy of the painting to confirm. “Yep. It has to be this rock.” We stared respectfully at that ordinary bare stone, now transformed into hallowed ground for us, and tried to conjure up an image of the artist perched on it 150 years ago, drawing into his little sketchbook.

Looking out, we realised that his picture only captured a small portion of the panoramic view from the summit (less than 45o, or a one-eighth segment). We marvelled at the patterns of late spring snow which, although less extensive, closely coincided with those from 1862.

JBM - holding print

Figure 6 – John Boyd Macdonald. Untitled, (2012). Digital image.

“OK, time to get ‘into the zone’.” Tripod erected, camera mounted, 24-70 f2.8L lens, mirror locked up, remote shutter release, ISO 100, F14, 1/60 second, framed … shoot. Under- and over-exposures for possible later HDR composite image … shoot. Panorama series to stitch later. Shoot, shoot, shoot. The light’s changed, do it all again.

69 exposures in all, but in my mind I’d already taken them and seen them a thousand times before. For an all-too-short while I was fully absorbed in the process of it, feeling the enjoyment of purposeful image-making.

Just time for some quick lunch and a sesame bar, then we packed up and prepared to gingerly descend the ice, rock and snow from the summit. Clouds were coming in from the western side. It was 2:25pm, so it was time to go.

Purposeful image-making

For years, my photography usually happened as an adjunct to doing something else. It was normally associated with some kind of ‘occasion’ – going somewhere distant or exotic or picturesque, attending an ‘event’, or a meeting with friends and family that I didn’t see regularly. I’d take the camera along, and make photographs to record the incident, the place, the people’s faces, or some serendipitously found thing that appealed to me. In other words, I would mostly make snapshots (what a precisely evocative word!), shot in a snap, as a record, a consequence or derivative, of another activity.

I don’t know when the change came ­– and I think now that it was a gradual thing – but in time I found myself only wanting to make pictures when I thought they had potential visual merit – though I often couldn’t have articulated just what it was about the particular frame that appealed to me. I left others to be responsible for creating the documentary record; I was coming to value the images more than the subjects. Often, due to flat light or flat mood, with the result that I’d carry my camera all day and never even unleash it from its case.

But other times, if the light, subject, or my own mood  (and especially the mood…) engaged me – for whatever reason – I’d shoot off a roll of film (or later, a memory card) in a very short time. I came to realise that what I was really enjoying, as much as the intermittently successful photographic outcome, was the feeling of immersion in the process of picture-making, of becoming absorbed (losing myself?) in the physical and mental act of photography. Seeing, conceiving, composing, making technical decisions, and coaxing the camera to see the frame in the same way as my mind’s eye. Imagination, judgment and body memory all working together. It’s still always a special feeling to find myself moving (sometimes stumbling) ‘into the zone’.

I still ‘take snapshots’ and document the (trivial and profound) incidents of life with the camera, but  more often it’s a process of ‘purposeful image-making’. I like to set out for the purpose of photography, with some specific images in mind (though never anything as prescriptive as a ‘shot-list’), rather than having the camera accompany me while I’m doing something else. The ‘something else’ still happens, and all sorts of incidents and issues arise along the way, but this ‘stuff happens’ as a by-product or side-effect of the photography, and not the other way around.

I like this approach, and the reversal of my earlier practice. Not only does it usually result in better images, and images that are collected like ingredients for a specific post-processing recipe – but there’s something fundamentally satisfying about setting and achieving a goal.

19 Nov 1862:

“M. de Guérard … was taking a sketch of the scenery, when, just as I was completing my observations, he called out that it appeared to him that a heavy storm was approaching form [sic] the New South Wales side. It was apparent from the barometrical readings that the pressure of air was rapidly decreasing … I became convinced that there was no time to be lost and that we must hasten our return to camp as much as possible. … Left the Snowy Peak at 2h 25m p.m.”

“… a terrific gale set in from the West and the whole of the mount was enveloped in dense clouds, the rain falling in torrents. Seeing the danger … I cried out … leaving Edward to his own resources. It was a very difficult task indeed to find our way against wind and weather … the fog was so dense that we could hardly see each other … the roaring of the wind was at this time so loud that it was by no means an easy matter to communicate with each other, and thus it happened that another of our party, Weston, dropped off and could not be found… Mr Twynham, now perfectly exhausted, became quite stiff and unable to move… After immense difficulties, it now being nearly dark, M. de Guérard and I – Mr Twynham had been lost a short time before – reached the camp by 8 o’clock.”[11]

19 Nov 2012:

We left Von Guérard and his party to their storm. Our trails diverged as we came down off the mountain, and we descended in sunshine to our sheltered campsite by the Wilkinson Creek.

They went on through the storm to their own campsite on the Ramshead Range. In fact they were fortunate to survive[12], but their expedition did eventually regroup and carry on after this “annoying affair”, although poor Edward didn’t turn up till some 18 days later.[13]

We suffered from no such ‘annoying affairs’. We returned from Townsend to our campsite in glorious weather, enjoying the rapid descent, plunging down snow patches as if wearing seven-league boots. We wandered downstream along the Wilkinson River, counting mountain galaxias in the icy water. A mild night, and the clear warm weather continued until late on the following day when we returned, through spectacular scenery via the Blue Lake, to our starting point at Charlotte Pass.


I returned home with 293 raw image files – for me a relatively small number for a three-day walk – loaded them to Bridge and flipped through them quickly, to find out to what extent reality matched my intentions. As usual the process was initially disappointing, even depressing, and once again the familiar self-doubt rose up to the surface.

Once again I had fallen into the yawning gulf between what my eye (and mind) had seen in the viewfinder and what the camera sensor recorded. I should know by now. Most often it’s about light intensity, the much wider dynamic range that the eye can distinguish and record compared with the digital camera sensor. So what I had imagined would be a killer shot appeared instead to be D.O.A.; what I saw as a dramatically lit scene ended up with blown-out whites, and blacks without detail; soft moody glowing light ended up looking merely flat.

But (I told myself) that’s what post-processing is for, that’s why I take the same picture multiple times with slightly different camera settings – and anyway all I needed was one good image to reconstruct the Von Guérard picture.

Re-construction, Re-visioning

In early 2012, for a university assignment, I researched Imants Tillers’ Mt Analogue (1985), which is a large-scale appropriation and re-purposing of Von Guérard’s painting, comprised of a grid of 165 small painted canvasses. I also came across Dacre Smyth’s work from 1984, painting some 50 views from Von Guérard’s landscapes across Victoria.[14]

In the course of the research, I noticed the date of Von Guérard’s visit to Mt Townsend: 19th November 1862 – also the date of the artist’s 50th birthday. Seeing this, and inspired by Tillers and Smyth, I resolved to create my own reworking of the image, on the date and time of the 150th anniversary. I spoke to a number of people about the project, including Tillers himself, and everyone seemed to like the concept. I know that “150 is just a number”, but it seemed somehow auspicious, somehow ‘right’ for me to do it. And it made a good basis for some purposeful image-making.

From the start, I knew that the image I created would be a hybrid, with the invented elements of Von Guérard’s painting overlaid on the photograph. This would make the reference to the painting explicit, and would disrupt any reading of it as a pure landscape image. I also decided that the photograph must have the same proportions as the painting (i.e. a height to width ratio of 1:1.756), which meant that I would have to adjust the vertical scale of my photograph to match Von Guérard’s exaggerated scale.

I didn’t want to simply recreate his picture, with my pixels in place of his careful brushstrokes. So much has changed in the 150 years since he was sketching on Townsend: not just the physical landscape itself (though this may be less obvious in such a ‘wilderness’ location), but also the cultural landscape, the climate, attitudes to the natural world, and the relationship that we have to visual images more generally.

The changes in language reveal the gulf between Von Guérard’s world and mine. His painting is (inevitably) written and described in the language of his time: in such words as ‘magnificence’, ‘sublimity’, ‘discovery’, ‘grandeur’, ‘European’, ‘expedition’, ‘exploration’, ‘picturesque’.

In our own time, the vocabulary of landscape is different. All of the Victorian vocabulary still resonates strongly with us, but we also apply other words when we discuss and depict landscape: words like ‘cultural’, ‘irony’, ‘appropriation’, ‘colonialism’, ‘globalisation’, ‘exploitation’, ‘climate change’, ‘urbanisation’, and (perhaps above all) ‘nostalgia’. ‘Nostalgia’ as put by Malcolm Andrews:

“Now,  … when green regions and solitude are becoming extinct, we prepare celluloid souvenirs of the planet to take with us, as we say goodbye to a denatured and overcrowded earth.”[15]

I hoped that my re-construction of Von Guérard’s image would also allow for some re-visioning; that it might allude to or reflect on some of these issues of nature and culture, in the sesquicentennial year.


In mid-winter of 2012, (19 July, or 149 years and 8 months after Von Guérard), I snow-shoed up to Mt Townsend from Crackenback as a ‘reconnaissance’ exercise. A perfect still day, after 20cm of snow had fallen during the previous night. My tracks were the only marks across the fresh snow of the Main Range. Back home, I experimented with putting overlays onto the photographs I had made, outlines of Von Guérard’s invented rockpiles, tracings of his drawings and text from Von Neumayer’s expedition journal.

JBM - wide winter landscape with text

Figure 7 – John Boyd Macdonald. Mt Townsend, 19 November 1862, (2012). Digital image.

JBM - winter landscape with EVG outlines

Figure 8 – John Boyd Macdonald. Mt Townsend, 19 August 2012, (2012). Digital image.

I was pleased with the results from this exercise, especially when I had some of them made up as large prints, and I was encouraged by feedback from people who saw them. I looked forward to returning in November for the ‘anniversary’.


Von Guérard’s workflow towards his painting went from partial sketches to a consolidated sketch to a hand-coloured lithograph to oil painting on canvas. My own process, although aiming to produce an object which visually resembles his, could hardly have been more different.

From the 69 RAW images I made, I took five identically framed shots that spanned over five stops of exposure (from -2 to +2). I merged these into a single TIFF file using the exposure fusion method  in Photomatix Pro. I opened this file in Adobe Capture Raw, where I removed some sensor dust spots from the sky, corrected some minor chromatic aberrations towards the corners of the image, lightened and slightly desaturated the blues from the sky, pushed up vibrance and expanded the contrast, trying to produce a histogram that approximated that of the painting.

Opening the file then in Photoshop, I cropped the image to match the scene coverage of the painting, then re-sized the image to stretch the vertical scale up to create the desired aspect ratio (producing an image of 4083 x 2035 pixels). I used dodge and burn tools to both darken and lighten clouds, and to highlight the brightness of certain grassy slopes in the middle distance.

In a separate file I masked the foreground rocks and figures from a good quality reproduction of the painting.[16] I overlaid this onto my photographic image, resizing the new layer to be proportionate with the lower layer, and cleaning up the edges in places. I created adjustment layers for exposure curves and colour balance, applied some local healing brush fixes, some slight overall smart sharpening, then … Save. Project completed.

JBM - November landscape (final)

Figure 9 – John Boyd Macdonald. Mt Townsend, 19 November 2012, (2013). Digital image.


Von Guérard believed (incorrectly) that his party were “the first men who have ever trodden” on Mt Townsend.[17] He was stimulated by the thought of ‘discovery’, by the Humboldtian project to record, measure and analyse the world through his art. We, on the other hand, took well-trodden paths into the ‘wilderness’, guided by GPS, recorded by digital cameras, connected by mobile phone and protected by EPIRBs. To us, Humboldt’s mission appears to be near completion, and ours looks like an exploration of nostalgia.

Two months after our hike to Mt Townsend, Karen and I travelled across Victoria, camping, hiking, and visiting regional galleries along the way. Along the way, we found ourselves compelled to join up again with Von Guérard – in the Grampians (Mt Abrupt, Rouse Hill), Warrnambool (Tower Hill), in the Dandenong Ranges and Gippsland. And we also met up with Chevalier at Mt Arapiles, and with Nolan in Dimboola. It seems that this exploratory nostalgia may still have further to go.


[1] Later named ‘Mt Townsend’.

[2] Extract from expedition leader Georg Von Neumayer’s published account:

Georg Von Neumayer, Results of the Magnetic Survey of the Colony of Victoria Executed During the Years 1858-1864  (Mannheim: J, Schneider, 1869), 77.

[3] Although von Neumeyer had stated it to be Von Guérard’s 50th birthday, it appears to have actually been his 51st – in which case our visit coincided with the 201st anniversary of his birth..

[4] Blossom Macdonald, “Honeymoon at Farm Ridge,” Kosciuszko Huts Association Newsletter, no. 147 (Autumn 2010).

[5] Von Neumayer, Results of the Magnetic Survey of the Colony of Victoria Executed During the Years 1858-1864: 77.

[6] Reproduced in: Alan J. Andrews, Kosciusko: the Mountain in History  (Canberra: Tabletop Press, 1991), 160.

[7] Ibid. p160.

[8] With the exception of the horse ‘Tommy’

[9] This tendency was noted at the time. The writer of an 1862 exhibition review in the Argus newspaper observed that: “the foliage, the sky, the atmosphere of Australia have no counterpart in other portions of the world; and hence it is that European artists visiting these colonies are liable to present us with European interpretation of Australian subjects.”

The review went on, however, to single out Von Guérard as an exception: “But M. von Guérard has become acclimatised as it were. If he is not ‘native, and to the manner born,’ he has, by years of study and the incessant practice of his art, saturated his mind so to speak with the characteristics of Australian scenery, until he is enabled to interpret it with unerring fidelity; to which end the conscientiousness of his nature is a powerful coadjuvant.”

“The Exhibition of Fine Arts: First Notice,”  in The Argus (Melbourne, Vic.29 November 1862). Page 5. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article6482142

[10] Ruth Pullin, “Eugene von Guérard: art, science and nature,” in Eugene Von Guérard: Nature Revealed, ed. Ruth Pullin (Melbourne: National Gallery of Victoria, 2011).

[11] Von Neumayer, Results of the Magnetic Survey of the Colony of Victoria Executed During the Years 1858-1864: 77, 78.

[12] Retreating back to camp from the summit as the storm hit, the party first lost Neumayer’s assistant Edward Brinkmann, along with Hector the dog, then Weston (guide No.1) and John Twynham (guide No.2). Hector found his own way back, Twynham was found in a hypothermic state and carried back to camp, and Weston returned about midnight, having seen light from their campfire. Brinkmann was eventually reunited with the group at Wodonga, 18 days (and 300 miles) later, after finding his way there via the Kiandra goldfields.

[13] “the lost man made his appearance in a most deplorable condition, having been without food or clothes for some time… I cannot quit this most annoying affair without … censuring him for his injudicious proceeding”

Von Neumayer, Results of the Magnetic Survey of the Colony of Victoria Executed During the Years 1858-1864: 85.

[14] Dacre Smyth, Views of Victoria in the steps of von Guerard : a fifth book of paintings, poetry and prose  (Melbourne: D. Smyth, 1984).

[15] Malcolm Andrews, Landscape and Western Art  (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1999), 222-3.

[16] From: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/35/Eugene_VON_GU%C3%89Rard_-_North-east_view_from_the_northern_top_of_Mount_Kosciusko_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg

[17] Quoted in: Tim Bonyhady, “The Tipping Point,” in Eugene Von Guérard: Nature Revealed, ed. Ruth Pullin (Melbourne: National Gallery of Victoria, 2011), 38.

Mt Townsend

I had a great trip recently, snowshoeing from Crackenback (above Thredbo) to Mt Townsend. It was mid-week (no-one else out there), there had been about 20cm of fresh snow the night before (creamy smooth snow with no tracks) and the weather was glorious (sunny cold and some nice dark clouds coming in from the west during the afternoon).

One purpose for the trip was reconnaissance; I have long admired Eugene Von Guerard’s painting Northeast View from the Northern Top of Mount Kosciusko (which is actually a view from the top of Mt Townsend).

It depicts a panoramic view from near the summit of Mt Townsend in the main range of the Snowy Mountains, looking northeast across Lake Albina and the Watsons Crags to Mt Twynam and Mt Jagungal in the distance. Shown in the central foreground are the members of German scientist Georg von Neumayer’s 1862 expedition team (including Hector the dog) which was undertaking a magnetic survey of the colony of Victoria. A storm, which later visited extreme and almost catastrophic conditions upon the party, can be seen approaching from the left background Apart from the pile of boulders in the left foreground, which do not exist in the actual location, the scene is shown with a fair degree of topographical accuracy

Eugene von Guérard, North-east view from the northern top of Mount Kosciusko (1863)

Eugene von Guérard, North-east view from the northern top of Mount Kosciusko (1863) - National Gallery of Australia

The painting was also appropriated by Imants Tillers in a 1985 painting (actually done as 165 separate canvas board panels) entitled Mount Analogue.Mount Analogue

Imants Tillers, Mount Analogue (1985) – National Gallery of Australia, purchased 1987. Painting, oil, oil stick and synthetic polymer paint. 279.0 h x 571.0 w cm

I’ve got this idea of reproducing this image as a photograph on 19 November this year – which will be exactly 150 years after Von Guerard was there. So part of my aim was to confirm the location of the painting’s vantage point, check lens options (I found the Canon 24-70 2.8L got the aspect about right) – and of course to make some images while I was there!

So here’s my mid-winter version of the scene (with the made-up bits of Von Guerard’s scene added in):Homage to Eugene Von Guerard and Imants Tillers

Homage to Eugene Von Guerard and Imants Tillers

The light was quite lovely the day I was there, especially as the clouds came up in the afternoon and chased me back to Crackenback, and I got nice images along the course of my 8 hours of tramping through the snow. I’ve reproduced a few of them below, but you can see the full set on the main Jokar web site at this link. Hope you like them!

Mt Townsend

Slopes of Muellers Peak

Descending from Mt Townsend

Looking back at Mt Townsend (my tracks in the snow)

Above Seaman's Hut

Between Seaman's Hut and Rawson Pass