12 Days of Christmas (you knew there had to be o/n/e/ some)

On the first day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"A plane fell over like a tree."

On the second day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the third day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the fourth day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the fifth day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the sixth day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Six moms a weeping,
five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the seventh day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Seven presidential visits,
six moms a weeping,
five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the eighth day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Eight media diversions,
seven presidential visits,
six moms a weeping,
five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the ninth day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Nine terrorist nations,
eight media diversions,
seven presidential visits,
six moms a weeping,
five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the tenth day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Ten missile stories,
nine terrorist nations,
eight media diversions,
seven presidential visits,
six moms a weeping,
five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the eleventh day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Eleven dogs a sniffing,
ten missile stories,
nine terrorist nations,
eight media diversions,
seven presidential visits,
six moms a weeping,
five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

On the twelfth day after the explosion, the FBI said to me:
"Twelve governmental cover-ups,
eleven dogs a sniffing,
ten missile stories,
nine terrorist nations,
eight media diversions,
seven presidential visits,
six moms a weeping,
five story changes,
four pieces of wreckage,
three trace chemicals,
two radar objects,
and a plane that fell over like a tree."

Museum at Ancanthe

This is an odd little place.

Its an art gallery, out in Lenah Valley which is right on the edge of Hobart, in under the mountain. Its a history is a little more interesting than that though.



From the Australian Dictionary of Biography, "in 1839 Lady Franklin bought 130 acres (53 ha) of land near Hobart Town for a botanical garden, to which she gave the name Ancanthe. Here a museum of natural history was built for her, on the model of a Greek temple, and to it the collections she had been forming in Government House were removed. They and the accompanying library were dispersed in 1853" and the little temple was left to become a packing shed for apples. It wasn't until a century later that it finally became an art gallery.

She's an interesting women to read about, if you follow the link. Also interesting is the PDF article about the museum from the Mercury's INK page.

Finally, before I get to my photos, two very different images of the building.
Painting by Curzona Allport
Lenah Valley postcard
( My photos )