See, that wouldn't bother me in the slightest. Especially after delving in to the foot locker. :lol:

How did you take that picture, anyway? The self timer on my camera is either 2 seconds or 10 seconds. If you set yours for 10 seconds, you would need to run into the shot, and then there would be a trail behind you in the water of ripples and bubbles, and disturbed plants. It looks like you took a minute or two to get to where you are in the water, everything is so still.

Oh fine. I confess. I was there.

:)

I think he said he had it on automatic, taking a pic every 30 seconds

Spex and Infi have it. Auto camera, I'm cool with mud, and yeah, :rainbo: , you know. :D In that photo, I had already been in and under, parting the lily roots with my hands as I went; by this time I was coming back, and turned to face the sun.

Other areas of the dam were much clearer. I think they even did the sand-dump trick at the main swimming point.

do you have a canon point and shoot? maybe not... I think I remember you are a panasonic man. chdk is the friend of canon p/s owners everywhere. intervalometer plus beaucoup more

I somehow lost my CHDK card and I'm too cheap/stubborn to go out and buy a new one, but I really miss the features. Maybe I'll go out and get another one.

But it drives me bats that I can't find the other one. Probably got vacuumed up.

Preventive medicine: stop vacuuming.

No, your words completely cut it
A ship an isle a sickle moon
With few but with how splendid stars
The mirrors of the sea are strewn
Bewteen her silver bars.

An isle within an isle she lay
The tall ship anchored in the bay

Don't know the rest.
It just reminded me of your post. I always loved that poem for the words.
Am deliberately not Googling it because I don't even know who it's by (John Masefield?) and don't want to cheat.

Gibbous.
Not a word we hear often enough these days.

I remember a line from Kes - the moon was full, save for a blur on the waxing curve (again this may not be 100% accurate.)
I did not understand it at all and went to my English teacher who first taught me the phases of the moon, then about waxing and waning.
I may have forgotten much of it, but the experience of a whole new language stayed with me.

Now. Where's my photo of eggs?!

The moon is a lock of witch's hair-
golden and tawny and red
and the night wind stops to stare
to see a lock of a witches head.

Well, the next day was all about recovery, naps, journal writing, and swimming.

The day after, I felt it was time to move on. I was a little sad to be leaving, possibly related to the come-down from all that shit I did. :p:
I packed up, gave a hitch-hiker a lift to the next main town, but didn't want to plunge back into the hectic mayhem of a big city, like Cairns with its 200,000 people. ;)

I wanted to go camping in a national park, of which I know there are many in the area, but all the information I got was that the old turn-up-and-self-register system has been replaced by some stupid shit involving an account, pre-booking, internet, phone calls and credit cards. :rolleyes:

So, I found my way to a private nature park where I paid cash and spent a few days. The mountains here are granite, and there was a stream to swim in, although with better pools than this one.

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There are plenty of wallabies here, carefully trained to manipulate tourists into buying bags of wallaby food. I didn't, sod 'em, little buggers should get jobs.

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After two nights here, I went to Cairns, stopping on the way at this touristy waterfall (this is the end of the dry season, give it three months and this would be roaring).

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I also stopped at Kuranda, a village that has become the hippy location of the north. The markets there sell everything with rainbows, every kind of hemp product (except, you know, the real one), crystals, clothing, etc. Even "diet soap" - "the more you wash with it, the thinner it gets!" :lol: They have a mini-golf course in the rainforest.

I bought lunch here, the hippy interpretation of eggs on toast, here named a "breakfast crepe". Ok, Sundae, this is for you:

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With the home-made lemonade it came to $20, a bit pricey, but :yum:!! There's fried mushrooms in there as well.

that's beautiful country!

Yes, some of the nicest pictures I've seen.

At least the hippies put ham on that crepe. That is ham I hope.

If by ham you mean bacon, then yes. Thick chunks of organic free range :bacon:. Mmmmm-mmMMMmm!