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Sometimes you lie in bed at night, and you don't have a single thing to worry about...That always worries me!


There are lots of little pricks here in the world famous cactus enclosure at the Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens, but rest assured, Henry isn't one of them.

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Erik W. Laursen said…
That worries me too.

For the longest time I had an old Peanuts comic strip stuck to my filing cabinet. In it, Charlie Brown is in bed. The punch line goes something like this, "We understand your problems, details at 11."

So I guess I'll wait for the news. Or not.
4 May 2009 at 21:42
Evening Light Writer said…
The different textures in this photograph are really amazing. I like the way the rocks and the cactii (hope I'm spelling that right) contrasts with one another and then, Henry's lovely hair...and the pop of his shirt, really great.
4 May 2009 at 22:27
EG CameraGirl said…
Cacti may not be warm and cuddly, but Henry looks like he still is. ;-)
5 May 2009 at 00:54
KL said…
Was he talking to the cactuses :-)? Also, the photo is really nice (or maybe the garden with Henry in it is really nice and that is why your photo also came out nice :-P)
5 May 2009 at 10:26
yamini said…
Henry, even with his back to the camera, manages to make the photograph look great. He must go into the movie business, i tell u!!

Hope Jen doesn't mind..
5 May 2009 at 16:22
Rajesh said…
Beautiful snap. No worries, you must be joking?
5 May 2009 at 16:59
Priyanka Khot said…
Henry is a fear-less child for going near those cacti.
5 May 2009 at 19:38
Kris McCracken said…
Erik, it was hard work, being Charlie Brown!
6 May 2009 at 11:46
Kris McCracken said…
Evening Light Writer, it is a great spot to exploit texture, that’s for sure!
6 May 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Your EG Tour Guide, they are wonderful!
6 May 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he was pointing out his favourite.
6 May 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, she will get jealous of all the supermodels hanging about.
6 May 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Rajesh, maybe I’m worried that I don’t know what should be worrying me?
6 May 2009 at 11:47
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, you need to treat a cactus with respect, and it will love you forever.
6 May 2009 at 11:47
yamini said…
and what about u?
6 May 2009 at 14:56
frances said…
Kris I still have your own cati at home and it is still growing really well.
7 May 2009 at 06:44
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I trust my wife.
8 May 2009 at 11:22
Kris McCracken said…
Frances, good to hear!
8 May 2009 at 11:22
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