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A companion is but another self; wherefore it is an argument that a man is wicked if he keep company with the wicked.


Some boats awaiting their task down at the Geilston Bay Boat Club. I like the composition of this one, if it isn't too vain to say.

I'm busy at the moment trying to finish something, hopefully it will bear fruit!

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Vince said…
...I"m sure it will bear fruit.
keep sharing your writing, as well.
yamini said…
Boats and water, are made for each other.
I love going into deep waters on a boat. We used to do a lot of that when Kashmir was still "heaven on earth" and Dal lake in Srinagar was brimming with boats, traditionally called "shikaraas".
However, in the last 20 years, all that had become a thing of past. But now, fortunately, the Dal Lake, along with rest of the Valley, is returning to its past glory.
The boats in your photograph, though stacked out of water, reminded me of the same old days, thanks for that Kris.
And I am sure whatever you are trying to accomplish, you will definitely achieve. Just keep going... :-))
Roddy said…
What, are you planting trees? No seriously, good luck. See you soon.
Sue said…
Good luck with your application. If it is meant to be it shall be....
insha Allah!
lettuce said…
this is a great photo - yes, definately excellent composition!
Kris McCracken said…
Vince, who knows? One can only try...

I need some time to write some stuff before I can share it!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it sounds like everyone needs to get off their bums and sort out the Kashmir situation. It sounds like a good place for a holiday, and EVERYBODY is missing out!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I'm baking cakes.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I will be doing another one this week, casting the net far and wide!
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, thanks!
yamini said…
You bet Kris!!!
It is such a nice place to go and spend time in.
Fortunately, things have been turning towards a better end off late. But the uncertainty prevails even now.
Personally, I wouldnt think twice before packing my bags and going there for a few days off (I did so after 14 years in 2004 and again 2 years ago) But I still find it difficult to recommend it to family and friends (though many are keen to go there).
Kashmir, like this is a total waste of nature's best performance, alas!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, humans are generally the problem...

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