No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine

I COULD wax lyrical about how everybody is linked to everybody else in some small way, and how we're all dependent on each other yaddah yaddah yaddah BUT I'M NOT because I CAN'T BE BOTHERED.

What I will say is that I quite like this photograph. I like how the reflection plays off the water and I like how the colours are all a bit grimy and most off all I like the tension is quite evident when you look at the rope. And it should be. This flimsy little rope is all that's mooring a catamaran not much smaller than this one here.

There is something terribly impressive about that!

Comments

Jane Hards Photography said…

Arty farty bit. It is a great image with that litlle droplest of water off the rope. Me I rely on very few people, they will let you down, so I'm relatively rope free.

11 July 2008 at 22:03

Debbie Courson Smith said…

Well, it just shows that all you really need is a bit of rope to stay anchored - as my boating dad would say...one of the more polite things he says while boating, really.

11 July 2008 at 23:04

EG CameraGirl said…

Great photo, Kris. It's proof that simple is often best.

12 July 2008 at 02:08

Benjamin Madison said…

There's a lot to like about this photo. I wish I had taken it myself.

12 July 2008 at 02:36

The D in D & T said…

this is gorgeous. love it.

12 July 2008 at 13:49

Louis la Vache said…

Very fine image, Kris!

On a different subject, "Louis" et Mme. la Vache celebrate their premier anniversaire today.

12 July 2008 at 16:58

Kitty said…

very nice photo. Great job!
I especially like how dark the water is. It's nice that you can't see what's going on.

12 July 2008 at 22:58

Kris McCracken said…

Babooshka, I wish that I had more time that morning to better frame it (eg, get rid of the relection. The trouble is I only get the chance to and from work, or with a toddler in tow. Not the ideal conditions for art!

Boise Diva, rope will get you there!

EG TG, Ben, D in D & T, Louis and Kitty, thanks for the kinds words! I like this one myself too.

24 August 2008 at 18:22

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

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...

This will hurt me...

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