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Yeah, well, sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand



Referencing one on my all-time favourite movies in the title bar here, I have here to present to you today one halfway decent photograph (in my estimation) but little more to add. The picture itself was taken this fine winter’s day at 7:41 am down here in little ole’ Hobart by the water. You can just about see the Eastern Shore over there underneath all that mist. It was brisk, but not too cold.

I know how keen people are on hearing some words of wisdom, but I will be honest with you, I have little of them today. So I will resort to a couple of pearls from the aforementioned motion picture.

The first situation sees the titular hero of the piece being dragged battered and bruised back to ‘the box’, the most unpleasant place in the Florida prison camp.

The unnamed guard doing the dragging (reflecting on the recent death of Luke’s Momma) tells him, “I wanna say a prayer for your Ma, Luke...Sorry, Luke. Just doin' my job. You gotta appreciate that.”

And poor old Luke, spirit nearly (but not quite) shattered replies, “Aw, callin' it your job don't make it right, boss.”

Nary has a truer word been spoken.

The second is very much the situation that I have found myself in today. Picture Luke and one of the bossmen (Boss Paul in this case), looking at a level piece of turf. Boss Paul says, “That ditch is Boss Kean's ditch. And I told him that dirt in it's your dirt. What's your dirt doin' in his ditch?”

Luke looks at the ground and replies, “I don't know, Boss.”

Boss Paul tells him, "You better get in there and get it out, boy."

Of course, there is no ditch, and Luke is forced to dig one. Boss Paul then decides that Luke has carelessly left his dirt on Boss Kean’s patch of grass, and orders him to remove it. You can probably see where this one is going.

Let's just say that this resembles some of my tasks today. Not quite as sweaty, but just as frustrating.

So I look at the nice picture above and think merry thoughts.

Comments

Livio Bonino said…
This photo has the ability to give back a well state of calm. Sure the place must be gorgeous as gorgeous is Australia.

Thanks for your last visit in my blog "Torino per immagini". I would like to answer about your question if Turin is expensive than Venice.
Sure Venice is the top city of tourism in Italy; two are in my opinion the top tourist places: Rome and Venice.
Unfortunately, above all in Venice if you are tourist and speak in English you’re exchanged for a rich American Rockfeller (this is a stupid habit of someone), the same happens in Naples,
However that may be, if you pay attention you can get through very well.
Next Sunday I will make a test for you, I will go in the beautifulst bar in San Carlo square in Torino and seating to the elegant small tables, I will order the most special coffee whit vista and then I will say its cost to you.
Ciao
freefalling said…
Bigger is definitely better!
Don't ya reckon that looks magnificent?
Anonymous said…
Yep, definitely a great photo. Like that movie too.
Torun Observer said…
This photo is (...).

Put in it above a lot of good words! They have to describe exiting story about early night event. They must tell story about perfect evening. Do not forget about tasty meal, good wine and very discrete music at the background... .
Shortly: very romantic view!
Sue said…
To the right hand side is what looks like a boat...and something else. To my aged eyes it appears to be a dolphin ??? Or can it be the Loch Ness Monster on holidays ???

Can you enlarge that section (as you did with the picture in the park) and enlighten us as to what is in the water there??? I'm just curious....
Alex said…
"Cool Hand Luke" is a great movie!!

Your picture is amazing...
freefalling said…
Aww - ya made it small.
ptowngirl said…
Beautiful photo -- looks definitely cool, calm and relaxing.

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Kris McCracken said…
Livio, We visited Venice in Winter, so everything was much cheaper and there was hardly anybody about. We will get back to Turin without doubt. It is on my "five cities that we must visit in Italy list"!

Freefalling, bigger looks better, but I had reports that the left side was getting chopped off on some browsers. I am going to fiddle a little with the template and hopefully be able to go with the larger pictures where appropriate (eg, when they don't look rubbish).

Torun Observer, it is romantic, unfortunately I took it on the way to work, which just about drained all romance from the day!

Sue, I have the full size picture on the PC at work, so I will enlarge and update tomorrow. If it is a monster, I will sell to channel NINE. If they're happy to throw cash at those Corby morons, they will happily sling a few drand in this direction!

Thanks to all for the kind comments. I just might get around to printing this photograph out!
Olga Levina said…
Amazing shot, thank you for sharing!

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