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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.


Things are looking up at Seven Mile Beach! This - and remember that I am not an arborist - is some kind of gum tree that was chock full of magpies.

I like it.
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Roddy said…
Just be aware my son that these trees have a habit of self pruning. They give very little warning. A loud crack, and if you are lucky you are dead. And if not!?... what kind of vegetable do you want to be?
These are the kind of trees that I am removing from Mother Earth.
23 November 2009 at 18:48
Babzy.B said…
Beautiful shot, i feel so little looking up !
23 November 2009 at 20:16
Sue said…
Aren't they called "widow makers" ???
23 November 2009 at 21:26
Carola said…
Kris, something the Germans are looking up

http://hausblog.taz.de/2009/11/pimmel-ueber-berlin/

And I saw you are reading "Im Krebsgang" von Günter Grass. It´s a realy good book. Do you agree?

And greeting from Panama, where things are diffrent - mañana.
24 November 2009 at 05:30
Roddy said…
Exactly little sister!
Sorry Kris!
24 November 2009 at 12:38
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all.

Carola, that was an interesting link... ;)
24 November 2009 at 14:40
Anonymous said…
I like it too.

My grandmother told me Gum trees were brought to the US to be used as rail road ties. It was soon discovered that the wood was to brittle. Couldn't they have just asked someone on your side?
25 November 2009 at 08:07
Kris McCracken said…
I thought that gums were tough. You needed to import some ironbarks...
28 November 2009 at 09:25
Roddy said…
We used red gum for years until some bright spark decided to go with steel. All the hardwood sleepers are now coming up to be replaced by metal ones. I wonder if they will rust faster than the wood rotted?
29 November 2009 at 21:43
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