From the archive of photos formerly published on my Geocities website. My work under the musicians' witness protection scheme has taken me here. Here are a very select few snaps.
My camera died just before this. Although repairable, the cost was only $100 shy of an upgrade. Grappling with the disposable nature of this modern world (and the high cost of parts and labour) I bought a new camera, so that I could have it NOW... for a visit to the crocodile farm about 40km out of Darwin.
A special feeding (for us) of Snowy the white crocodile.
Not an albino, but (sans black markings) a blondie.
Poked my lens through the fence.
Our hosts - a croc guide, croc scientist and croc accountant... true!
Another lens-thru-fence opportunity... a real live open gob!
18-month-old baby crocs.
Inspection of one little fella.
...nabbed deftly by a lady employee...
...he's fine. He? They're all boys (controlled by germination temperature). Boys grow faster and can all-the-sooner visit Paris... as handbags!