Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it.

There’s a lot of moss about, as you get in the colder variant of a rainforest.

Mount Field is about an hour and a half northwest of Geilston Bay. The landscape ranges from eucalyptus forest to alpine moorland. Mount Field National Park was founded in 1916, making it Tasmania's oldest national park.

The last known wild thylacine was captured in the region in 1933. You might know this beastie as a Tasmanian Tiger, but it looked a little more like a dog with stripes painted on its side. Who knows, maybe it was a dog with stripes painted on. The convicts were known to hit the rum pretty hard in those early days.

Comments

yamini said…

I like forests and all that greenery is good for the eyes too.
The title to this post forced me to think, so thanks a lot for making me use my brains.
Working in the corporate structure, i had almost forgotten to use them ;-)

27 April 2009 at 18:36

KL said…

Does the forest have cockroaches (only one living creature that I cannot stand and will kill. I don't even kill mosquitoes that sting me)? I have read that the largest cockroach is found in Australia (in Perth, I think)......uuhhhhhhh....just the thought is giving me nightmares...

Beautiful.......

28 April 2009 at 08:34

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, I do like the title myself. It is something we should all do once in a while!

28 April 2009 at 11:28

Kris McCracken said…

KL, I can honestly say that I have never seen a cockroach here in Tasmania. I am told that they exist, but I've not seen them.

28 April 2009 at 11:29

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

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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