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(My) Photo of the day, Or I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it



Here is a picture taken this morning looking over Kings Pier Marina, which is a lovely spot to stretch your legs at lunchtime.

I took this shot of some of the more modern boats through the rigging of one of the many old brigs that operate around Hobart for most of the year. Now, if I was into the full wankery around art, I would say something along the lines of:
With this image, I was endeavouring to explore the concurrence of old and new, of sail and motor. Through this, the viewer will inexorably ruminate upon the fragility of time and the unceasing march of progress.
Now, although I am fluent in such wankery, I will choose to tell you the real reason that it looks like this:
There were a lot of boats in this morning. It was hard to get a clear shot without walking all the way to the end of the pier, and I had to get to work.
Not nearly as romantic, but it is, sadly, the truth of the matter.

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Anonymous said…
Thanks for the new words wankery and ning. (One of the advantages of following a young blogger.)
I admire your "bum" nature.
Boats are beautiful from whatever angle. Maybe someday Henry will go build boats at http://www.carpentersboatshop.org in Maine (like I almost did).
22 May 2008 at 17:56
Anonymous said…
Hi Kris,

Don't be too hard on yourself. The photo shows what you clearly intended for it to show. A lot of people use their imagination to say things when making their comments about the picture they are looking at that could have been summed up with one word; either "Good" or "Bad" but that would merely upset a lot of folks who don't like simple explanations.

Good.
22 May 2008 at 20:22
Dan said…
Looks like a wonderful place for a nice noon-time walk. Wish I had something like that around here!
22 May 2008 at 22:04
Jane Hards Photography said…
On the waterfront quotes and arsty image eh! It is a good image. Leave the wankery words out and let the wankery pic do the talking.Or get 2 blogs one sensible and one where you can talk shite and rant and rave. That's how I keep my sanity.
22 May 2008 at 23:06
EG CameraGirl said…
Nice photo, Kris. I suspect you know a good photo when you see one. You don't need to justify why it's good.

Wankery, eh? I LIKE that word. ;-)
23 May 2008 at 21:28
Kris McCracken said…
'Wankery' is a fine word for lost of different contexts: music, the visual arts, academia, film, politics. You name it, you can find wankers doing wankery!

Abe, I don't know whether I have the definitive 'good' and 'bad', but I do know that I have an opinion either way!

I like to mix and match in talking rubbish. There's always a time for it!
26 May 2008 at 15:14
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