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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, and the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.


I spotted this lovely sky on Sunday evening when I put the rubbish bins out. Here you're looking across the Derwent River over onto Cornelian Bay.

Overheard on the bus this morning:
"Some speed freaks came in smashed up some chairs and wrecked our bong, but they left when they realised that no-one would fight them."

They didn't say whether they were bikies or not...

Comments

smudgeon said…
You overhear some colourful things on buses. And on the streets. Actually, it's generally a colourful world if one pays attention (and keeps a camera handy).

Any news on whether the damage to the bong is permanent? The world needs to know...
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I got the impression that the bong wasn't going to pull through.

They were pretty down about it.
Kitty said…
and you just happened to have a camera on you?!

great photo. Such daily injections of beauty are enough to power us on.
yamini said…
Beautiful colours in the pic. Seems like molten gold is being thrown across the sky, with the trees, standing like brooms, pushing the liquid gold around.
Lovely and how lucky, to have a camera at hand and clicking it at the right time.
Thanks for sharing it with all of us.
Jackie said…
That picture is just stunning.
KL said…
Absolutely Looooooooooveeeeeellllllllyyyyyyyyy picture....gorgeous...
G. B. Miller said…
Fantastic photo. Just no other way to describe it.

As for the overheard conversation, sometimes certain things are better left unexplored.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, I spied the colours and decided to take the camera out with me, yes.

I generally keep it at hand throughout the day most times! I'm like Dirty Harry without all the killing...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, that's why it pays to have it handy. It's very frustrating when you see a great image and miss it.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, thanks, but it had little to do with me!
Kris McCracken said…
G, there's never been a question I haven't pondered!
KL said…
Ehhhhh...like what?

Oh! btw, I saw your comment on my photoblog today :-P. Well, that gives you some ideas about my blogging. I used to be an addicted blogger - constantly blogged and visited other blogs; but now since the last three years, hardly anything. Thank you for visiting it :-D
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it comes in waves. I've had to force myself through lull periods.

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