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Inner Sanctum
Missed the focus. Kicking myself as I loved this shot.
Fancy Hats..
.. for fighting chaps.
Muppet Progeny
They are dreaming of growing up and being chained to drum kits…
Inundated
I’ve come to dislike that word a great deal.
In the midst of so many more important matters, I can’t help thinking of the koalas. Perhaps it hurts less than if I think about the people.
Forever
It was maybe the ten. millionth. time. (Mr BB is so prone to exaggeration!) that I asked to stop and take a picture of something. Some things you just have to stop for. Such as a pic of the water from the old rickety bridge … you know the sort that has no sides and the planks rattle when you drive over? Well, just when I was thinking we would probably be shot at then buried in a shallow grave by the fearsome looking locals who were out in force fishing with their six dawgs (each!) and their monster 4WD’s with huge spotties and (oh, pardon my sweeping generalisations) but as they turned as one to stare at us, it just so happened that the song audible from the window I was hanging a camera out of, was “It’s alright to be a redneck” by Alan Jackson*.
Wasn’t that perfectly opportune? 
*(I offer no explanation of why I own that on CD. Some things are better left a mystery!)
