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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!

Comments

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...
Roddy said…
Who is Martin Sneddon?
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".
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Bruce Edgar's mate.
Stefan Jansson said…
He is a character at least Mr. Crowe that's for sure.
Roddy said…
Thanks Son, I am still in the dark.
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.
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, that's one way of putting it. ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, think Boock, Chatfield, Troup, Reid etc.

It's like looking in the sky at night!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, thank Walt Whitman for all of the titles.
Roddy said…
Eh. When did the kiwis discover the nut?
Danial Bigham said…
It's beautiful bricklayer.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, stinking Kiwis! They'll probably try and have sex with it!
Kris McCracken said…
Danial, that it is!

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