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The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.


Last night we saw Henry pondering in the dunes at Clifton Beach, today is Ezra sizing up his mother at Fossil Bluff in Wynyard.

In the background there you can see Table Cape, which is, geologically speaking [ahem] a large volcanic plug.
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Roddy said…
Don't forget to mention the old fossil who was off with Henry, looking in rock pools for blue ringed octopussies. No luck though!
20 January 2010 at 21:30
Anonymous said…
A volcano plug? Wow. That would give me the creeps.
20 January 2010 at 21:53
Sue said…
That's no way to talk about your wife, Roddy!!! hehehe (Sorry, Franny)
20 January 2010 at 23:36
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
What a very interesting photograph, info(rmation)and a very interesting quote...
...Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
21 January 2010 at 00:00
Unknown said…
so beautiful.... as usual Kris.
21 January 2010 at 06:53
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, plenty of crabs.
22 January 2010 at 20:50
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, it's been some time since it blew...
22 January 2010 at 20:51
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he is older and greyer than her.
22 January 2010 at 20:51
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, it is a great place.
22 January 2010 at 20:52
Roddy said…
Kris, I know. I was there, remember.
Henry didn't like the crabs though.
22 January 2010 at 21:20
Roddy said…
Sue, Frankie is a living treasure, not yet fossilised.
22 January 2010 at 21:21
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