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The view from the bus last Wednesday.

I have lots of Henry and Ezra pics from today. I promise to post an assortment through tomorrow.

[Update: far too sparse. So I thought that I'd link this this story that reveals my home town of Burnie being voted the best port in Australia by passengers on last year's maiden voyage of the Sun Princess!

When your home town is as maligned as mine, you take great pride in these things. To beat out cities like Sydney, Brisbane, Fremantle and (best of all) Hobart, well, I can't think of a better case for Burnie to replace dreary old Canberra as the nation's capital.]

Comments

Kitty said…
I quite like this photo!
Sue said…
Love the photo, Kris.
smudgeon said…
Mmm, yes, the best port in Australia? I read about that on the Mockery this morning. A mighty fine accolade for Burnie, particularly given it's former (and well deserved) reputation...
Miles McClagan said…
Not since Penguin got a Soapbox have I felt so much local pride...
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty and Sue, thanks!

Me, Burnie has always copped a raw deal in my opinion.

Miles, it does swell ones breast...
Susie of Arabia said…
This is a GREAT photo! I love it. And the closeups of the kids are terrific too. Merry, Happy, Jolly to you all - from Jeddah, Saudi Arabia!
lemon said…
Not even one comment for the title??

The second best reason, (after Ezra and Henry photo's!) to attend to your blog, is the title of your posts. Not the "smart" ones as much as some extremely poetic ones. I am astonished, sometimes...

Today I fall on this Greek proverb!
Do you know the meaning?
Do you want me to explain?
Where do you find them?
Is it you that writes them?

(And, relevant-and-not, have you ever read Seferis? If not, do!)
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, I understand it as "The donkey called the rooster a fathead", that is something like "the pot calling the kettle black".

To my shame, I have not read Seferis. I shall add him to my list!
lemon said…
Dear Kris, right translation, and right meaning, as far as I understood "the pot calling the kettle black"! (Thanks for the prover, I dint know it!).
Seferis is a poet, I like him, many people think he is too "heavy" or difficult. But your posts titles, reminded me of him, that is why I suggested him to you.
So, why not give him a try? right, thanks!
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, you will be glad to know I have his Collected poems: 1924-1955 on order from the library!

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