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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I am very curios to know what sort of properties Henry has in those bags? I often see him with such plastic zipper bags in quite a few pictures. I always used to have and still have lots of properties in such bags and thus very curious to know. Currently mine those bags are holding some rocks.
He seriously looks deep in thought. Lovely :-).
Is this abuse? I hope not. Just rampant associationism.
:-)
this is why we love B&W for closeups and portrait; color often distracts from, and overwhelms the subject. ya did good!
thank you for sharing,
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And also, I must say that I have 2 favorite Tasmanian lads too - and neither are cartoon characters. Oh, what a wonderful world.
A friend of mine told me a story that he & his wife were concerned that they could not love their second child since they loved the 1st so much. Then they lit 2 candles, and the 2nd burned just as brightly and they knew there was enough love for both.
he looks very fine!
The bags contain various zebras, believe it or not.
And no, it isn't abuse.
My rule is that people can abuse me [preferably in German or Russian], just not the visitors.