(My) Photo of the day

One the way to work this morning, the fine Autumn weather led me to the waterfront yet again. With the shift back from daylight saving time, the morning light today was tremendous, and ensured a halfway decent photograph whatever I chose to point the camera at.

So down at the waterfront I could look past the bright red of Captain Fell's Historic Ferry. These guys do tours up and down the river, out into the harbour and a regular commute from the city to Bellerive. I think maybe one day soon, Henry and I are going to go out on a cruise and see if we can't find a few penguins or baby seals to shoot!*

[*Note: with a camera.]

Comments

Ed Mahony said…

How lucky you are to have a place like that to drop down to on your way back from work ..

Over here in the UK, lots of us have to drive down cramped raods through suburbs - no wonder Brits like heading south to your part of the world for the freedom and open spaces and great places ..

9 April 2008 at 23:24

Raquel Sabino Pereira said…

Nice (camera) shot!!!!

10 April 2008 at 00:37

Political Umpire said…

Hi Kris,

Looking at all the Tasmanian pictures always makes me feel a shade homesick, as there is more than a passing resemblance to NZ in them.

Would be interested in your take on this story: http://business.theage.com.au/no-room-for-gay-developer-in-penguins-property-parade/20080409-24qr.html

Recently I mentioned to another blogger that NZ only legalised consenting homosexual male activities in 1986, but if memory serves that was a good decade or so before the Tassies ...

10 April 2008 at 00:45

Mary Stebbins Taitt said…

Oooh, pretty pretty, great reflection!

funny comment abotu the turkeys, LOL (Literally!)

10 April 2008 at 02:14

IamMBB said…

oooh, I like the red, white and blue in your photo.

14 April 2008 at 12:12

Karlis Beinerts said…

The red works SO good - perfect!

17 April 2008 at 08:38

Kris McCracken said…

There's a green boat they have as well, I'll set myself the task of getting a picture of that.

18 April 2008 at 20:26

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

This will hurt me...

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