This one is MEGA old, taken at least a month and a half back. I like the black power salute, and I think that we all know the answer to the question posed by the little froggie on the book.
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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so so so so cute! I love his book too... looks like inflatable floaters.
Pride is a terribly difficult thing to live with.
I'm quite sure that I will survive though.
about the quote:"happiness is a warm gun" i dunno i had that in my head :)
Thanks for another cute pic of Ezra, it made my day :)
My statement comes from my belief that Jen and yourself are raising two very well adjusted kids.
My pride comes from knowing that I don't have to worry about any of you.
My love and pride comes from knowing that I have nothing to worry about.