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Must then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination?


Canal is too fine a word, but I guess this is an off shoot of the Hobart rivulet that runs off through Sandy Bay. The week after I first moved to Hobart, this baby was rushing high enough to be classified as "flooded". That doesn't happen much.

Go on, have another poem!

Last night
I met Jesus
no time ago
walking the wall

(inside) mine eyes
fell down [the glory!]
Christ stood still
and
watched my every move

stood right there
(only closer)
nothing but
a
smile
and
a
wink
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Doc said…
If you got a smile AND a wink, I think you're doing alright.

Doc
18 March 2009 at 12:36
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, as I said (stole) previously, I like Jesus, but he loves me, so it is kind of awkward.
18 March 2009 at 14:13
Baino said…
God you're a nice photographer. You make the most ordinary things look glam. That's it, I'm off to hang out in stormwater drains and wait for the rain with the Canon! Nod's as good as a wink to a blind horse (never really understood that but it sounds good)
18 March 2009 at 20:31
KL said…
Wooowwwwwwww....so many colors in that small picture!! I love it. You have done a great job with your camera and angles to capture all those colors in one small shot.
18 March 2009 at 21:34
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote, I must be doing something right then...
19 March 2009 at 19:07
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, hang around long enough and take enough snaps, some a bound to work out.
19 March 2009 at 19:07
Kris McCracken said…
K:, get down low enough and you see the world a whole different way.
19 March 2009 at 19:09
KL said…
hehehehehe....trust me...I have no problem going down low enough as I am always down (for my height). My six-footer hubby often asks me about the weather at the ground-level :-D
21 March 2009 at 09:36
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I tease Jen for being short (5' 4" compared to my 6' 3"), but Henry and Ezra will tower over me in their teens I suspect.
21 March 2009 at 16:59
KL said…
Why are you all hubbies all same (angry-face)?
24 March 2009 at 09:18
Kris McCracken said…
KL, but we are not. Some are good and some are bad.

I get away with annoying Jen because I cook her dinner, wash her clothes and vacuum.

I refuse to iron, however.

It is a stupid business.
24 March 2009 at 10:24
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