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We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.


The title though is an old Navajo proverb, and decided to give it you the translation rather than the original. Now I’m under the pump today (again), so no time for witty banter and what-not, but I did manage to take a whole bunch of photographs to share. As is my wont, I’ve endeavoured to mix things up angle-wise, and am keen to hear what you think.

Don’t be shy in the comments, even if it’s nothing more than thumbs up or down!
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smudgeon said…
I quite like it - although that big amorphous yellow-ish thing in the top right is a bit distracting...
16 October 2008 at 12:10
Kris McCracken said…
i was just about to say the same thing (is it the masonic hall?)

however, i am impressed by the depth of field given the shitty automatic camera!
16 October 2008 at 12:39
jen said…
that was me above, you must have been logged on on my computer and I didn't notice
16 October 2008 at 12:40
Anonymous said…
hippy!
16 October 2008 at 14:02
USelaine said…
I like the compressed depth of field as well. Things are coming alive down there, just as they are dying and dormant up here.
16 October 2008 at 15:11
Kris McCracken said…
Me, that’s the Tasmanian Parliament you’re talking about! (You should have seen it before I cropped the photo...)

Kris, you took the damn thing, you fool!

Jen, identity fraud is a crime, you know. As I said above, that is Parliament and the shitty camera came up with the goods for once.

Hallam, h8tr! Anyway, that’s a bit rich coming from someone who attends the Fern Tree Playgroup...

It will be ‘save the whale’ stickers on the car next.

USelaine, it’s all happening down at the arse end of the world, that’s for sure!
17 October 2008 at 10:35
Dina said…
I love the green-ness and the freshness and the closeness of the grass and the message you put to it. Oh, and the squatting or kneeling or lying you had to do to get the photograph.
18 October 2008 at 06:37
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, just some simple squatting. No laying down required!
24 October 2008 at 08:32
yamini said…
The angle is nice, never had an experience of this kind and so is the proverb, hard-hitting as usual. Hope we learn to respect the fact now, at least, with global warming turning hotter now.
24 October 2008 at 16:40
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