Skip to main content

When you get there, there isn't any there there.


Here is Henry on New Year's Eve with Geilston Bay in the back ground. I'm not sure whether the hill in the background there has a name, but I think that I shall call it Shag Hill [snigger, snigger], as it divides Geilston Bay and the far naughtier Shag Bay.

As you can see, walking up a hill can be hard work, especially when you're a little bloke. It's Jen's birthday today, please feel free to wish her well in the comments!
Labels:

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
A very HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jen!!!!!!!!!!!!!

May God Bless You!!!
28 January 2009 at 20:42
Helen said…
Jen, Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag!

I hope the boys have spoilt you rotten.
29 January 2009 at 00:24
Jim Klenke said…
Happy Birthday Jen. Your title fits the picture perfect.
29 January 2009 at 04:43
Sue said…
The happiest of happy birthdays, dear Jen!! Hope all your wishes come true (but be careful what you wish for!!!) and hope the rest of your year is full of love and laughter!
29 January 2009 at 06:39
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, she has strayed from the Catholic faith, so I'm not sure about that...
29 January 2009 at 09:09
Kris McCracken said…
Helen, she was suitably spoilt.
29 January 2009 at 09:20
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, I quite likes it too.
29 January 2009 at 09:20
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, I think that this might be her very first birthday greeting from Idaho.
29 January 2009 at 09:21
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I know what Jen really wants and I think that she is being greedy...
29 January 2009 at 09:21
USelaine said…
Great job holding up the feminine end of things in that man-filled household! Happy Birthday!

Kris - I've "tagged" you on my blog, so look if you dare. If not, I understand.
29 January 2009 at 09:35
KL said…
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Jen. I wish you and your family all the very best :-).
29 January 2009 at 13:11
yamini said…
This comment has been removed by the author.
29 January 2009 at 16:56
yamini said…
Wish you a very happy birthday Jen!!! Wish all the health, wealth and happiness in the world.

Henry is looking awesome as usual (though somewhat tired after climbing uphill).
29 January 2009 at 16:58
freefalling said…
Well, that's something to remember on your ?? birthday -
"Seven Ill from Eating Blowfish Testicles".
29 January 2009 at 18:20
Babzy.B said…
happy birthday from France ;)
30 January 2009 at 06:50
Kris McCracken said…
FF, there isn't enough eating of testicles for my liking these days. Birthday or not.
30 January 2009 at 08:10
Kris McCracken said…
Bazby, we'll have the whole globe soon! Thanks.
30 January 2009 at 08:11
Dina said…
Late, but good wishes to you all the same, Jen. Happy unbirthday. Have a good new year of life with all those boys!
31 January 2009 at 11:15
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, if she makes it through in one piece, that will qualify.
31 January 2009 at 16:45
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

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
5 comments
Read more

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
38 comments
Read more

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.
36 comments
Read more