(My) photo of the day, Or In you I put all my faith and trust right before my eyes my world has turned to dust...

If you think that you have the key to unlock that title, please send the answer on a postcard (or maybe just leave it in the comments).

Now I hope that the title of this post will strain your brain more than the challenge of guessing the subject of today's photo. Regular readers should pick it with no trouble! For the answer, please refer to here and here.

I have been pushed writing up the final report for the project that I am finishing up, and will endevour to post something more substantial soon! I got the new job I may have mentioned, which is good, because Henry will have food to eat well into the future.

Vive Henry! Vive le nouvel emploi! Vive la nourriture dans l'ensemble de nos ventres!

Comments

Jules said…

I thought is was a church (steeple etc) but had to go for a wee peek - so now i know.

21 May 2008 at 21:01

Anonymous said…

Nice sunset reflection. I like it.

21 May 2008 at 21:22

Anonymous said…

An interesting way of looking at the subject of the photo - I wish i had of thought of that :-)

21 May 2008 at 23:01

stromsjo said…

Good luck then with new job, new design and all the rest. Henry will appreciate the whole package!

22 May 2008 at 04:08

Dina said…

Mazal tov on getting the good new job. Bon travail.

22 May 2008 at 06:10

Mad as hell

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This will hurt me...

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