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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Another famous quotation which might be appropriate for this photo: "Peace begins when the hungry are fed."
Love that toothy grin.
He is a little angel, but it makes me wonder who Henry may well have a direct line too...
I followed your links to the dreadful events in Australia from floods to bushfires. The bushfires received quite intensive media coverage here in France. It's a national tragedy.
I think that the bushfires are wearing everybody down. There is still a bit of summer left to run, so it's not over yet.
It took me about 45 seconds to mix up names after Ezra was born.