And to the man on whose shoulder the world must depend, I pray for peace and love: Amen

Apparently, there is some sort of organised sports festival about to happen. They are calling it "The Olympics". Can I be the first to say that I am officially 'over' the Olympics already? Does anyone actually care about them? I haven’t been interested in the Olympics since the Soviet Union was on the scene.

I'd rather watch Ezra sleep (although I would prefer that he did it at night).

I would like to say that I don't hate them, it's just, "The Olympics? Meh!"

Comments

USelaine said…

I adore that raincloud! Mwah! Well, yes, and the baby.... ;^)

1 August 2008 at 17:50

Z said…

I'm also completely underwhelmed by the Olympics. Actually, most sports leave me cold...

Ezra's boogie-ing!

1 August 2008 at 21:55

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Terrific shots! I agree with you about the Olympics, but I started losing interest when they separated the summer and winter games. This year, my distaste is all about China. I would rather watch my children too!

2 August 2008 at 00:31

Pasadena Adjacent said…

I think the focus, passion and commitment of an athlete is admirable. Many of these activities will never result in multi million dollar contracts for their practitioners. This is their moment to shine, it's important to recognize it. Hey proud daddy, if were your sons you'd be muscling your way into the front row.
Congratulation. Is there anything in the world that smells as wonderful as a baby?

2 August 2008 at 03:39

Sue said…

As each Olympic games approach, I am absolutely, positively, 100% sure that I will not bother watching or reading about them...and then they begin... and I find myself inexplicably drawn to them to the point where I actually watch quite a fair amount of swimming, track and field, gymnastics, diving, weight lifting, equestrian, shooting, rowing, cycling, hockey and dare I say it....synchronized swimming!!! And heaven forbid if I miss the opening and closing ceremonies! What a sad...sad...sad person I am!
And may I say that each picture of Henry and Ezra just keep on getting better...keep them coming, pleeeeease!
PS Did the talented Jen make those gorgeous trousers that Ezra is wearing??? LOVE them! And I also agree with palm axis...the smell does it for me too!

2 August 2008 at 15:06

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...

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. ...

This will hurt me...

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