Cherax's PhotoBlog

How to make new friends....and eat them

2008-07-25T20:24:42Z

Tune in again to see how this terrible story unfolds.

Nicht fur munchenhoofen

2008-07-23T22:23:42Z

At last I see it. Everything good is either illegal, immoral, or already bee eaten by Danesh.

One of those days?

2008-07-21T21:04:41Z

Once was a stream

2008-07-20T22:02:04Z

The engineering term for a stream is drain.

Neon rain

2008-07-18T19:31:47Z

I have re-posted yesterday's picture, since I was tired after a long day, it wasn't very good. Also now attached an interesting snippet about the origin of the skull.

Nibbles vs Skull

2008-07-17T21:50:58Z

Nibbles unless you can suggest a better name. This is actually an historic skull. Or at least the cast of one. It's about a tenth generation cast from the original collection of the British Royal Society founded in 1640. I am told that it appears in an etching, maybe like the one above. The original owner would've been a woman in her early 20's, and is unusual for her perfect teeth.

Nibbles

2008-07-14T21:02:53Z

This bird we call Nibbles. A Cockateel that flew into our place last week. Very tame, it seems to have taken a shine to me, an lands on me as soon as I walk in. This may be the first time Photoblog has been used for a Lost & Found ad.

Heart of darkness

2008-07-13T20:10:33Z

I look deep into the eyes of a monster, and wonder from where such unspeakable acts arise. No conscience, no remorse, no thought for the shattered toy lives ripped. And, dear reader, be assured I took extreme risks in bringing you this photo. But I am broken now, and don't know that I can face it again. Yours in Prozac... Cherax

Smudge painterly

2008-07-12T22:01:10Z

The terror of the hounds

2008-07-11T21:52:30Z

At last the mystery is revealed! After hours of traipsing across the dusky moors, the creaking doors, the shadows that crept. There it was, the terror to behold! It was an awful sight that will haunt me. I can scarcely bring myself to say it....there was the beast, braying in the moonlight, grisly with its latest victim. Behold the Oscar! And now the protracted recovery. I need therapy. A glass of beer. Okay, I feel better now.