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 think low intensity burns for forestry & fuel reduction purposes help our sunsets during autumn/winter - you never see the Hazards at Freycinet looking as pink as the postcards would have you believe outside of the fire-permit-free period...
The blues also seem more subtle.
God bless.
Stop using the Photoshop - here I reversed this photo back to original pink atmosphere:D:D:D http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/4250/havingapaddle.jpg
Kārlis Padegs was famous for it!
There's more contrast to it, more zing.
I'm not sure why the colors change. Probably has to do with the sunrise.
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Well, I appreciate you know Mr Padegs more than I do:)