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

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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