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A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.



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.

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Roddy said…
I can't help but notice. A non appearance by the young Ezras older brother, the world renowned one and only Henry. Has he been bound to a tree on the way in? Or have his tortured parents managed to lose said child. I guess only time will tell. One concerned grandfather.
Roddy said…
Looking at the pictures, one would almost believe that they are at Fern Glade.
I love a sunburnt country. But there is definately something in a rainforest...Apart from firewood.
Pity you couldn't capture the smells. Doesn't matter though as I can smell them as I look. Damp earth. Mmmmm.
KL said…
Another lovely title. Seems like you were competing with yourself - put a lovely picture and then compete and put a lovelier title or vice-versa!!

Nothing beats nature...all the metaphysics are written by observing them only....

Did I mention another lovely picture? Boring........





I mean to constantly say lovely pic is really boring. Do put up some ugly ones.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, did you see him?
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it was familiar ground.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I don't post the real shockers!
Roddy said…
Either the urban commandos' clothing was doing its job magnificently or my eyesight is definately failing. Henry is definately missing.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he is there in this shot.

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