Contempt for an assailant is best shown by bravery in action.

...as expected, we knocked the bastard off in little time. Rising one thousand two hundred and seventy one metres over the city of Hobart, we thought ourselves gods for one moment.

Laughing and frolicking gaily like spring lambs in a jolly meadow of clover, we took happy snaps and toasted each other with bikkie bears.

The large radio and television transmitter [above] was a source of great amusement for the men in our party, affording us the opportunity to remind Jennifer of the phallologocentric omnipresence of modern, capitalistic societies. How we laughed!

Skipping through the abundant native flora, little did we know how soon we would be laughing out of the other side of our faces!

Amused by the ease of the task, we made our mistake: mocking the gods with our arrogance. Well, Ezra and Jen were okay, but Henry and I can get quite obnoxious at times, and my weren't we arrogant today. For that, we were to pay a dear price...

To be continued...

Comments

EG CameraGirl said…

All the best in 2009, Kris!

Hmmm. Will we learn MORE about the price you had to pay?

2 January 2009 at 08:23

Anonymous said…

Here it's still the first day of the new year and - as I see - your post is already 2nd of January 09. Time runs fast.

I wish you and your wonderful family a Happy New Year 2009 with much health for all, good photo opportunities and all the best.

2 January 2009 at 08:41

Neva said…

Happy New Year to you and yours, Kris. I have loved sharing your part of the world and your lovely family......

2 January 2009 at 08:56

Sue said…

OMG...what happened? Don't leave us hanging here in cyberspace suspense....!!???!!#@%*#@!!!!!???
I'm all agog...(but the doctor said take an aspirin and lie down and I will be fine!??)

2 January 2009 at 10:57

Sue said…

Zac has been checking out your photos of the mountain and is particularly taken with these couple of pics as he swears that he was in those exact same spots when he visited Van Diemen's Land a couple of months ago. It was also snowing at the time...only it was justified as it was Winter!

3 January 2009 at 19:03

Kris McCracken said…

YEGTG, yes you will!

April, it is a weird and whacky world!

Neva, thank you very much!

5 January 2009 at 12:24

Kris McCracken said…

Sue, I hope that you survived the wait!

5 January 2009 at 12:47

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

This will hurt me...

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