Skip to main content

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.


No it isn't CSI Henry. He's not looking for DNA traces on a bloodied hammer or anything of the sort.

No, we are talking fossils. Deltopecten limaeformis, Trigonotreta stokesi, Paraconularia derwentensis, the gang is all here.

Henry (and Ezra) have spent a lot of winter in the museum, you see. Warm, dry and full of stuffed things, it's not a bad spot to let them roam. If only we could convince Ezra to stop tackling the stuffed wombat...
Labels:

Comments

yamini said…
Is this Henry in the photograph? He looks so grown up, totally different from his other photographs.
What is he doing there under the lamp?
1 September 2009 at 21:27
Roddy said…
Henry looks as if he knows what it is that he is looking at. I trust that you and Jen have a hand in his inquisitiveness. Ezra will of course follow in his big brothers footsteps. Two geniuses in the making. Or is that genii?
1 September 2009 at 22:21
tony said…
Henry Is On The Case!
2 September 2009 at 00:02
Priyanka Khot said…
Jasoos (Hindi for detective) Henry! We had a very famous TV series back in the 80s called Karamchand Jasoos. This photo reminded me of that.
2 September 2009 at 04:25
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he's a man now.
2 September 2009 at 15:58
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it was a fossil in amber.
2 September 2009 at 15:59
Roddy said…
Has the imminent scientist given up on his star gazing, or is this a sideline, for when the clouds blot out the stars. He is very intent on discovering what it is that is set in amber.
The last couple of shots of Henry in his new guise of big boy, cause me to think that he looks a lot like Jason. The resemblance is very striking.
2 September 2009 at 18:55
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he is the Magnum PI of Tasmania!
3 September 2009 at 09:04
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, god you are cruel...
3 September 2009 at 09:04
Roddy said…
I am after all, your father. It is my job to be cruel. It keeps your head out of the sand.
3 September 2009 at 12:40
yamini said…
I love Roddy's comment and i can't stop rolling with laughter Kris. :-))
4 September 2009 at 21:05
Kris McCracken said…
Don't encourage him.
8 September 2009 at 08:46
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

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
5 comments
Read more

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
38 comments
Read more

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.
36 comments
Read more