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I have decided to go with a two-for-one deal today, featuring clouds as seen from Geilston Bay. The first photograph was taken yesterday afternoon on the Derwent Avenue side of the East Derwent Highway. I snapped the second this morning on the Golf Links Road side of the Highway.

After a couple of weeks of very cold mornings, it was surprisingly mild today. Unfortunately, I had neglected to consider that the last 40 pages of my book consisted of footnotes, so I finished it before I had even boarded the bus. That left lots of window gazing. You have to understand, in Australia, no-one talks to each other on the bus unless you are already very well acquainted. I am deadly serious when I say that if I were to attempt to strike up a conversation with someone, their assumption would be a) pervert; b) mentally ill; or c) a mentally ill pervert.

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Coach said…
Kris - for conversation try the Mt Nelson bus - it would take you a little bit out of your way but the views are good.
9 May 2008 at 16:56
Sue said…
I actually think that is why I don't read as much these days...I don't need to catch public transport every day so I don't get the chance!! I miss it.
Funny thing...Cody now has to catch a lot of public transport as he works and goes to school in the CBD (and who could afford to park each day there...$40 per two hours is a bit rich!!) so he has actually started reading... something he only did if he had to at school! I guess it also helps that he works in at the State library as well and has access to their magnificent book collection!
9 May 2008 at 19:29
Priyanka Khot said…
Belated Happy Birthday! May God Bless you abundantly.

*May joy be the only reason for tears in your eyes in the coming year and always*

:-)
9 May 2008 at 20:38
Jim Klenke said…
I feel the same when on buses or trains. I also get the same type of looks when walking around with my camera.
9 May 2008 at 21:49
Anonymous said…
This is a neat post. Also enjoyed the photos.
10 May 2008 at 02:55
blackie said…
Maybe it's the route you're getting? Several times on the Taroona line I got stuck between the window and a Christian on a mission to convert me. I guess there could be a conversation there if you're so inclined. Hitch-hiking's more conversational, but then again I've also had the experience of trying to be converted by the driver. Maybe I just look wanton.
10 May 2008 at 08:31
Jane Hards Photography said…
Two fabulous images. Quite moody intense colours. It is a misconception that living on an island, we are all friendly and chatter to each other on the bus. No chance. I have my head stuck in book with my ipod on. I agree if I spoke to the nearest person on the bus I would probably be sectioned for being sociable which is the trait of a nutter. I wouldn't mention I photographed a "painted lady" this week either.They might not realise I was refering to a butterfly.
10 May 2008 at 10:18
Neva said…
They would consider me an mentally ill pervert then! I have a hard time sitting quietly if there are humans about! nice post.
10 May 2008 at 12:21
Anonymous said…
Must be the changed angle of the sun or something but lately the sky has been spectular quite a bit!
11 May 2008 at 17:32
Kris McCracken said…
Coach: I have taken the Mount Nelson bus, and will say that it is a better journey in the school holidays.

Sue: $40 for two hours parking, you can get a couple of parking tickets for two days and you're still in front down here!

Priyanka Khot: there maybe some tears come August, although last time it was just dust in the room, honestly!

Jim: it is funny how being friendly or just taking a picture can evoke hostility, but you can see a bunch of drunken idiots trashing a rubbish bin and no-one dares look! I think people have their priorities all wrong.

Abe: it's always nice to get a complement from a presidential namesake.

Blackie: I have heard too many hitching stories that climax with the driver 'accidently' falling out of hants to get me into it! I don't think I look Christian material, so strangers don't seem to try.

Babooshka: as long as the Ipod isn't blarring and defening everybody else, I'm fine with that.

Neva, some of my best friends are mentally ill perverts!

Greg, you're right, both sunrises and sunsets have been fantastic. I'm waiting for the cockatoos to return to get a snap of them.
12 May 2008 at 08:31
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