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Enlightenment is intimacy with all things.


Here is Henry with his new best mate, Diane the koala.

Contrary to nonsense spouted by idiotspopular belief, koalas are not bears. Rather, they are are thickset arboreal marsupial herbivores that are native to Australia.

You'd be amazed at how many people don't know that.

Comments

Roddy said…
Jeeze,I didn't know that. A koala is a koala. Not a bear. You are a font of knowledge my son. Keep up the good work.
Tom said…
i did know that...i've also seen their claws...it's a good thing they are a relaxed creature.
yamini said…
I didnt know that too Kris. Thanks for the "enlightening" post.

Coming to the photograph, I am watching with all happiness, specially since the hair has grown back and Henry is looking his usual dapper self. Luv to him and Ezra.
Hi Kris,

Thanks for visiting my blog. Some nice photos on your blog. Your boys look like little angels. I especially liked Ezra in his "not happy" pose. Tassie is one of my favourite places - I was back there in August on the west coast and apart from one day, struck it luckey = blue skies, plenty of sunny skies.
Cheers.
Melbourne Daily Photo
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, they're drunk out of their minds most of the time.

Seriously, it's the alcohol content in the gum leaves.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is a hirsute young fellow again.
Kris McCracken said…
BlossomFlowerGirl, you will be glad to know that I am a 'Melbourne' person far, far more than a 'Sydney' person...

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