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Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes, We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return…


So here is a peek at the Falls itself, from the side.

Incidentally, the waterfall was first named the Browning Falls after the original discoverer – one Mr Browning – but became known as the Russell Falls after 1884. This was not in homage to famous Hollywood bad boy (and all around nob), Russell Crowe. Mr Crowe is a New Zealander who masquerades as an Australian, and thus is in no way worthy of having a significant Tasmanian landmark named after him. What next, the Martin Sneddon Nut?

BAH!

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yamini said…
You really think Russeel Crowe is a snob?

Thanks for clearing the air once and for all because even i thought that he was an Australian.


The waterfall looks beautiful and just what i need to refresh myself from this 40 degree celsius plus heat here in Delhi.

Keep posting...
27 April 2009 at 19:47
Roddy said…
Who is Martin Sneddon?
27 April 2009 at 20:26
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, no, Russell is a NOB. In the past it meant "wealthy", but these days it is interchangable with "dickhead with wanker-ish tendencies".
27 April 2009 at 20:55
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Bruce Edgar's mate.
27 April 2009 at 20:55
Stefan Jansson said…
He is a character at least Mr. Crowe that's for sure.
27 April 2009 at 23:29
Roddy said…
Thanks Son, I am still in the dark.
28 April 2009 at 06:26
KL said…
Lovely shot and lovely title - Long have we been nature, we were absent and now we return? Hope we all realize that one day before it is too late and let the pristine nature come back.
28 April 2009 at 08:31
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, that's one way of putting it. ;)
28 April 2009 at 11:19
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, think Boock, Chatfield, Troup, Reid etc.

It's like looking in the sky at night!
28 April 2009 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
KL, thank Walt Whitman for all of the titles.
28 April 2009 at 11:27
Roddy said…
Eh. When did the kiwis discover the nut?
29 April 2009 at 09:46
Danial Bigham said…
It's beautiful bricklayer.
30 April 2009 at 23:37
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, stinking Kiwis! They'll probably try and have sex with it!
2 May 2009 at 09:41
Kris McCracken said…
Danial, that it is!
2 May 2009 at 09:43
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