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The Tasman Bridge as viewed from the north-east, at some point on the Derwent foreshore between Geilston Bay and Lindisfarne Bay. Ezra snapped this one at the same time and place as yesterday's shot.

As for yesterday itself, I managed to snare some impressive images (before the camera battery died, a lesson for a all on the importance of recharging before heading off on a day out). Thus, while I got both lads with an assortment of animals - Henry with koala; Ez assaulting a rabbit; all of us fleeing a crafty and aggressive cabal of angry emus etc - I missed the all important Bengal tiger and blood-spattered lion.

Pictures to come!

Comments

Sue said…
So true...sent Zac off to a school camp and gave him the wrong batteries! But worse was the holiday that garnered some magnificent pics that I accidentally deleted on the last shot as we were heading home! Suffice to say, I was tempted to go back and re-create the whole thing but knew in my heart it was impossible!
Roddy said…
Try taking a heap of really important pics only to find that the film hadn't wound on. At least with digital the only thing you have to worry about is flat batteries, or dodgy camera.
yamini said…
Again, a slightly overcast sky, lots of water and mountains in the distance..
It is just my kind of photograph. Kudos Kris, for doing it yet again!!!

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