Here is a typical Hobart lamp post in the middle of the day. I like the way that it sits against the sky.
Which is worse, having no idea or not having any idea that you have no idea?
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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Deny ignorance - tell us what is going on there!!!
In so few words today there is so much meaning.
Love this photo, great perspective.
To be that truly clueless means simply that you should go back to bed and start the day all over again.
Also, if you are ignorant about the beauties and achievements of human civilizations, then how can you be blissful? Blissful and happiness comes from all these beauties and beauties of nature.
Oh! I need to stop. Otherwise, I would go on and on....