Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite and furthermore always carry a small snake.

Snake looking for a swim? Seven Mile Beach. March 2011.

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words...

Snake Deciding to romp in the dunes. Seven Mile Beach. March 2011.

Here is a five-thousand word essay!

Snake disappears into the grass. Seven Mile Beach. March 2011.

You can see the snakes tail heading into the grass on the dunes at the left of the picture.

Jen and Hen tramping right where the snake was. Seven Mile Beach. March 2011.

For perspective, here's Jen and Henry heading up that very same path not that much before I spotted our slithery friend.

FOOTPRINTS! Seven Mile Beach. March 2011.

I got some nice shot of the belly prints too...

Comments

Roddy said…

I like your snake, but did it stay with you while you worked? Mine did.

14 March 2011 at 13:23

Roddy said…

You have taught your children a very important lessen today. Observe the snake, leave it alone and it will leave you alone. They are protected!
Their grandfather (me) and his brother (Ian) used to chase these creatures. Luckily we weren't bitten.
More luck than anything.

14 March 2011 at 19:54

Carola said…

Great story! I know Australians are not afraid of animals.

15 March 2011 at 03:22

Kris McCracken said…

RodduRoddy, they know to stand clear, leave it alone and give it an easy escape route. They’re hip to the routine.

Carola, I have a healthy fear of snakes. Leave them be and they won’t bother about me.

15 March 2011 at 09:28

Lost inside an adorable illusion and I cannot hide, I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside, we could've made it cruising, yeah.

Yes it is Theme Thusday again, and today we are talking GLASS . I've three possible hooks to hang my [glass] hat on with this theme. First, the photo! Yes, it is the river again from an odd angle in an interesting light. You can just make out the bottom, which should tell you that I'm right on the shore. In some ways, the distortion of the stones below the surface reminds me of ye olde glass windows, what they call "cylinder blown sheet glass". You can still find some of this around Hobart these days. Thw second link comes from a trip I took to Venice a few years back. You're probably aware that Venice was (is?) a glass-making centre of excellence. If you have ever been there and taken the tour of the glass factories, you might be familiar with the sheer amount of coloured glass that sits at the bottom of the water there. These fragments of glass have been worn down and had their edges dulled by their time in the water, which makes them ample keepsakes for the ...

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. ...

Happy anniversary baby, got you on my mind

No it is not a webcam, but this photograph was taken a mere forty-five ago on my way in to work. Here you can see a good old fashioned Hobart autumn morning, with the rain pelting down and me getting drenched. This one was taken on the corner of Macquarie and Elizabeth, while I was waiting for the lights to change. Come on Ampelmännchen ! Today is my wedding anniversary, an apparently I need to be showering Jen with leather -related goodies. Va-va-vaVOOM! To you Jennifer, here is a poem I wrote this very morning. Anniversary I love you i love you iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou I LOVE you I love YOU iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou I LOVE YOU iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou Happy anniversary

This will hurt me...

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