Six million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand, two hundred and eleven.
Six million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand, two hundred and twelve.
Six million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand, two hundred and thirteen.
Six million, three hundred and thirty-three...
Hang on a tic, we'll be here a while.
Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land
Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...
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I think it is pretty pointless though, çause the tide will come in and dump more on the beach.
Loads of love to him. He looks big too and more handsome!
Wonderful photo with interesting perspectiv.
Priyanka, he is as handsome as he is stubborn!
Carola, they’re outside a fair bit. We will get more chance now that the weather is getting much finer. The sun is harsh down here, so we generally keep indoors from 11 am – 3 pm, but late-Spring/Summer evenings are a great time to get out and have a stroll, kick a ball, visit the beach.