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Here are some trees across the road from us. My guess would be some sort of eucalyptus, but that's pretty much exhausted my knowledge of the eucalypt family! This one was taken yesterday morning on the way to the bus stop, with the sun very low just peeping over the hills that lay behind our house giving off a very warm morning light.
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Anonymous said…
Guessing that they're eucalypts isn't taking a big risk. More than 90% of the trees in your country would have to belong to the species! Of course you're right, they are gum trees. I'm no better than you at recognising the exact type. They're beautiful anyway. I love them!


Thanks for your visit in Avignon!
11 April 2008 at 01:32
Anonymous said…
PS - just read your piece on Penguin and homophobia, as well as the link your provided. Great information about the state of mind in Tassie.

And you know what? What I liked best is that within seconds, the name of your commentator, Political Umpire, had been reduced to "Ump" in your column. No-one does this in French. Go Aussie go, I love you for this !
11 April 2008 at 01:45
Anonymous said…
G'day and thanks for stopping by. I have never really seen much of Australia, so I will definitely have to stop often.
11 April 2008 at 11:22
Anonymous said…
Good to know you are a Carlin fan as well. Funny guy!
11 April 2008 at 11:22
Kris McCracken said…
I thought that it was a pretty safe guess! ;) I can really only identify the stringybark, because, well, it has stringy bark. These ones don't.

If you like Ump, you'll be glad to know that Jennifer and Henry are often Jen and Hen then!
11 April 2008 at 15:34
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