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...
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Hope you've gotten over whatever it was! :-)
It's the clarity of the light, the crispness of the reflection and the drama of the contrast of the dark clouds.
Although, I think the first one nearly works.
But it looks like I'm in a minority here :)
Saretta, that seems to be the winner, and no, I have gotten even angrier about it. If people knew what I know, they’d all be as mad as hell too! (Or they should be!)
FF, that does seem to be the consensus pick.
Jackie, that is probably my favourite on reflection too. I do like to mess about with form and composition. Typing that, I’ve decided to go with my gut and post a very radical choice for my photo today!