Skip to main content

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.


Things are looking up at Seven Mile Beach! This - and remember that I am not an arborist - is some kind of gum tree that was chock full of magpies.

I like it.

Comments

Roddy said…
Just be aware my son that these trees have a habit of self pruning. They give very little warning. A loud crack, and if you are lucky you are dead. And if not!?... what kind of vegetable do you want to be?
These are the kind of trees that I am removing from Mother Earth.
Babzy.B said…
Beautiful shot, i feel so little looking up !
Sue said…
Aren't they called "widow makers" ???
Carola said…
Kris, something the Germans are looking up

http://hausblog.taz.de/2009/11/pimmel-ueber-berlin/

And I saw you are reading "Im Krebsgang" von Günter Grass. It´s a realy good book. Do you agree?

And greeting from Panama, where things are diffrent - mañana.
Roddy said…
Exactly little sister!
Sorry Kris!
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all.

Carola, that was an interesting link... ;)
Anonymous said…
I like it too.

My grandmother told me Gum trees were brought to the US to be used as rail road ties. It was soon discovered that the wood was to brittle. Couldn't they have just asked someone on your side?
Kris McCracken said…
I thought that gums were tough. You needed to import some ironbarks...
Roddy said…
We used red gum for years until some bright spark decided to go with steel. All the hardwood sleepers are now coming up to be replaced by metal ones. I wonder if they will rust faster than the wood rotted?

Popular posts from this blog

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