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We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon.


I thought it only fair with you that I share this image snapped during my lunchtime stroll along the sunny Derwent. How about this for a lovely summer sky?

The sun is obviously feeling a little like me today: struggling.

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
That is some summer sky. Hope you are carrying an umbrella!
Tash said…
"rainy days & Monday's always get me down" - It's such a beautiful, rain cloud day - spectacular photo. But it's Monday, after the holidays, in 7 hrs it will me my back-to-work time.
I did not realize how wide the river is at Hobart. & I just can't get over that I get to see the view over the river during lunchtime in TASMANIA.
...and we are struggling with winter skies over here. You really seem to have enjoyed your holiday, as usual spending time with the kids. You are an excellent dad, Kris!!
Carola said…
Fantastic photo!I like your blog, and while travelling I try to follow this site, it always surprises me. Such a mix, something to think, family story, daily pic, great title, and of course Australia.
Julie said…
Kris

On one of my blogs, I am setting up co-contributors and I would be chuffed if you were to consider joining us. Here is the addy: http://one-hundred-strangers.blogspot.com/

It is pretty much explained there ... I am asking a number of other Australian blogger/photographers. I will totally understand if you decline as you are flat tac ... or if you wish to be added but sit on the sideline for a while ... just consider it ... please.
Anonymous said…
This is a lovely shot. I like the scene.
KL said…
Jeez! you seem to be living in one of the best place on earth - both mountains and oceans side by side (so it seems from your posts), very much like Alaska. Absolutely great!
Doc said…
Wow! That looks like the kind of weather we are having here in Ohio. At least you have summer to look forward to. All we can expect is more cold and waist-deep snow.

Lovely photos here, by the way. Hope you had a good New Years.

Doc
Ann said…
It might not be sunny but its a stunning shot. Right now I think I'd prefer that. Its going to be over 40 degrees in the western suburbs of Sydney today. Thankfully only about 30 in the city.
Anonymous said…
That's a really fabulous photo. Not that that makes up for you feeling crappy, but just saying :)
Kitty said…
gorgeous!!!

dunno how you do it with the lack of sleep. Please give people a sign before you go postal!
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, my grandfather always advised me to never trust a man with an umbrella. Thus, I refuse to use them!

Tash, it is more an estuary than a river, to be honest. There has been some debate over the name!

Blognote, I am but an honest toiler in the fatherhood stakes.
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, thanks! Do keep visiting and I’ll keep posting!

Julie,thank you, and I will keep it in mind. I am quite shy about photographing random strangers, so will have to overcome that fear!

Abe, it is impressive.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it is one of the better places, that’s for sure!

Doc, it should be warming up for the weekend. I had a quiet New Years, which is always a good New Years!

Ann, 40 is just TOO hot!
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, it does in some way make me feel better, getting a nice image...

Kitty, you just do it. Thankfully I don’t operate heavy machinery at work.

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