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Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.


Here is the little waterfall in the Japanese Garden that's located in the Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens.

Stricken by a dose of the flu [¿La temido gripe de cerdo Mexicana?, I am not sure], all I can do is lay in a congested pile of misery, plead with Henry to stop jumping on me, and dream of the Japanese Garden. It alone can deliver me peace.

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Babzy.B said…
Hope you will recover soon , beautiful photo :)
16 May 2009 at 16:22
SH -ic said…
but we speak further and some say: i forgive
16 May 2009 at 16:49
Sarah Lulu said…
Sending you healing prayers.

I didn't make it to the Botanical Gardens there, but next time I will.
16 May 2009 at 17:14
EG CameraGirl said…
Lovely waterfall photo, Kris.

Words are always a bit distorted, I think. What you and I think a word means can be soooo different. We all carry around so much emotional baggage that can shift the meanings slightly or greatly. Even dictionaries can't sort it all out. Then place the words in sentences and it gets even more confusing. ;-)
16 May 2009 at 19:39
Dina said…
Be well soon. Wish I could send you some hot cure-all chicken soup.
16 May 2009 at 21:52
Baino said…
Oh no not the 'man'flu! I have a man here who's moaning and groaning without anyone jumping on him! Poor sausage. Get well soon!
17 May 2009 at 06:51
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I’m almost there now!
19 May 2009 at 11:58
Kris McCracken said…
One Planet, hopefully!
19 May 2009 at 11:59
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, it is a lovely stroll.
19 May 2009 at 11:59
Kris McCracken said…
Your EG Tour Guide, plus words always change in meaning. I have noticed a reclamation of the word “queer” in its traditional sense in some of the newer kid’s books that we’ve been reading. Five years ago, it had been wholly interpreted as something else.
19 May 2009 at 11:59
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I had squid instead!
19 May 2009 at 11:59
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, I’ve just finished Primo Levi’s If This is a Man, so believe me, I’m keeping it in perspective!
19 May 2009 at 11:59
leatherjackets99 said…
Stylish and pure Leather Jackets.
22 May 2009 at 16:29
Kris McCracken said…
Leather jacket spam? Well, I never!
23 May 2009 at 09:45
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