This will hurt me...

Ezra makes his way across the bridge. Lake Dobson, Mount Field National Park. May 2013. It's hard being 'Daddy'. Daddy , Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time– Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thoug...

Still no bunyip.

A drum. Just out of Brighton, the Tasmanian Southern Midlands. June 2012. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as a lot of very lonely people.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning.. A good overview of just how we might go about creating good schools . A fascinating look at disputed and false memories . How is it that you can start to believe someone else's memory is your own? And why is it so straightforward to give people memories of events they never actually experienced? Kate Beeton (of the Hark! A Vagrant webcomic fame) nails the culture of media commentary on female politicians . Where the Buffalo No Longer Roamed. The tale of how the wild west was won and where it got America. "Protracted depression is making life ever harder and disillusioning for those, and their children, t...

Ezra contemplates direct self-realisation and complete self-actualisation through a combination of Panentheism, transcendental meditation and dharma practice. I'll let you know how he gets on...

Ezra just doesn't know what to think about it all any more!

There are snakes all around us.

There’s a lot of moss about, as you get in the colder variant of a rainforest. Mount Field is about an hour and a half northwest of Geilston Bay. The landscape ranges from eucalyptus forest to alpine moorland. Mount Field National Park was founded in 1916, making it Tasmania's oldest national park. The last known wild thylacine was captured in the region in 1933. You might know this beastie as a Tasmanian Tiger , but it looked a little more like a dog with stripes painted on its side. Who knows, maybe it was a dog with stripes painted on. The convicts were known to hit the rum pretty hard in those early days.

If you take the walk, you can see a mixed forest comprising towering swamp gums – the tallest flowering plant on Earth – and species typical of wet forests and cool temperate rainforests, such as dogwood, musk and myrtle. Towards the falls, the track is framed by stunning tall tree ferns. This area became a fashionable tourist attraction in the late nineteenth century, ranking along with killing thylacines, collecting belly button lint to make vests out of and engendering a sense of shame in the human body in popularity. The Falls Reserve was established to protect them in 1885, which made it Tasmania's first nature reserve.

I am endeavouring to give you a bit of a tour of the Russell Falls section of the exquisite Mount Field National Park. The good thing about this section is that it is accessible by paved walking track, this means that toddlers and babies can make the trek without too much difficulty. Here you can see Jen and Ez on the track that leads to the falls. As you can see, you could even get in with a wheelchair.