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The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

Creepy crawly. Russell Falls, Mount Field National Park. April 2013. This Sunday Top Five I hand over to Ezra, who gives us Ezra's Top Five Queen Tracks! Bohemian Rhapsody We Are the Champions Fat Bottomed Girls Don't Stop Me Now Under Pressure

It would be foolhardy to count on the conscience of the world.

Fallen tree. Russell Falls, Mount Field National Park. April 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Flowing water. Russell Falls, Mount Field National Park. April 2013.

Scientists now believe that the primary biological function of breasts is to make males stupid.

Russell Falls. Mount Field National Park. April 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Everyone at Russell Falls. Mount Field National Park. April 2013.

I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

Here are Jen and Ez enjoying the sounds of the Falls. If you look really closely, you can see Henry hopping into a barrel preparing to go over the edge. Most of Tasmania's land mammals are live in the park, and there's a good chance you will see a small marsupial on one of the walking tracks or near the Visitor Centre. Russell Falls itself had a three-tiered drop. Henry tackled all three, armed only with an old barrel, one Tasmanian Devil, a spotted-tail quoll, three bandicoots, two wombats, six echidnas, two platypus, nine possums, one bettong and three and a half pademelon (the Devil got hungry).

Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes, We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return…

So here is a peek at the Falls itself, from the side. Incidentally, the waterfall was first named the Browning Falls after the original discoverer – one Mr Browning – but became known as the Russell Falls after 1884. This was not in homage to famous Hollywood bad boy (and all around nob), Russell Crowe. Mr Crowe is a New Zealander who masquerades as an Australian, and thus is in no way worthy of having a significant Tasmanian landmark named after him. What next, the Martin Sneddon Nut? BAH!