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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.
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.
EG CameraGirl said…
Cacti may not be warm and cuddly, but Henry looks like he still is. ;-)
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)
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..
Rajesh said…
Beautiful snap. No worries, you must be joking?
Priyanka Khot said…
Henry is a fear-less child for going near those cacti.
Kris McCracken said…
Erik, it was hard work, being Charlie Brown!
Kris McCracken said…
Evening Light Writer, it is a great spot to exploit texture, that’s for sure!
Kris McCracken said…
Your EG Tour Guide, they are wonderful!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he was pointing out his favourite.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, she will get jealous of all the supermodels hanging about.
Kris McCracken said…
Rajesh, maybe I’m worried that I don’t know what should be worrying me?
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, you need to treat a cactus with respect, and it will love you forever.
yamini said…
and what about u?
frances said…
Kris I still have your own cati at home and it is still growing really well.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I trust my wife.
Kris McCracken said…
Frances, good to hear!

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