Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven like the first dewfall on the first grass

I had to rush from the bus stop down to the waterfront to get a halfway decent angle to catch the impressive display of colour in the sunrise this morning. For this angle, I am looking east/north east down Davey Street at 7:45 am. It's a good thing that I rushed though, because barely three minutes later the colour had completely disappeared.

There has been little in the way of posts today, rushed off my feet all day. Bastard of a thing though when you stop to assess progress and you don't seem to have advanced very far. I guess that these kind of days are inevitable. That knowledge doesn't make them any more bearable however.

Comments

Susannah said…

Lovely photo, Kris. The sky in Hobart can look quite magical during dawn/dusk, but it can be hard to capture as well as you have been doing lately.

As to busy days with nothing to show for it - I commiserate. I too have many days where every task on the list receives some attention, but none gets completed. There is nothing quite so satisfying as ticking the "task completed" box (unless it is drawing a thick black line through it, but we are all computerised now).

regards

Susannah

25 June 2008 at 10:16

Kris McCracken said…

You couldn't see much light this morning. Glad to see the snow finally though.

26 June 2008 at 10:31

Dina said…

Beautiful picture. Cheer up, Kris.

27 June 2008 at 00:57

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

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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