Schmetterling

Here is Inachis io on a Buddleia alternifolia in Schatzi's mother's garden in Bubenreuth.

This is my one hundredth post. Perhaps I am emerging from my chrysalis.

Yesterday I delivered my commision to Victorian Opera. If you are in Melbourne in May 2010, perhaps you will come and hear my opera.

vale Lumpy

Lumpy flung himself out of his pond and now he's swimming in the big glass bowl in the sky. Lumpy is survived by Blackie, and Michaelangelo Optica. Our thoughts are with them.

naming names

In the bush it's important to know the names of things, as proven by my last post. This time, I know what the pond is called. Do you?

some trees

I don't know what Europeans call these trees. Anaglyph might, polymath that he is.

Of course, the Lia Pootah people would have had their own word.

Nothofagus cunninghamii

Tasmania is covered in Myrtle Beech. And the trees are covered with lichens. It is cool and otherwordly standing in the green light, quietly awe-inspired.

willing & able

Many years ago, young Cissy played a cop in a dreadful TV show called Willing & Abel. It tanked. Unlike Sara Sue's new career with the CIA, which will flourish. This one's for you.

(And yes - culottes)

as the Cow commands, so do I obey

I was walking down my spiral staircase ...












... thinking about my latest invention, a whistling dildo, and wondering why ...













... it seemed so attractive to Scientologists ...













... and clowns, when suddenly ...













... I tripped over that little piece that you always have left over after making something from Ikea.