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A man should be mourned at his birth, not at his death.


The usual excuses lead me to declare a Theme Thursday quickie again this week. Above, you can see Parliament House here in Tasmania bathed under a suitably ominous layer of cloud. I do like what they’ve done with the flowers at the front, however. Very neat and tidy...

One might say that the garden is not at all WILD.

How’s that for a take on the theme?

I know that you’re disappointed.

I’m disappointed too.

Comments

Roddy said…
The skies here are blue, although a little hazey. We have passed Newcastle and at present speed should be in Brisbane approx. one pm. Saturday.
The WILD weather we were anticipating didn't eventuate.
Baino said…
NAH never disappointed. .
Tom said…
i'm ok with your post...i too like a wild garden, one that looks a little overgrown, that you might have to step into and onto to get around it...a veritable jungle of a garden...now that's wild!
smudgeon said…
How can one be disappointed with flowers n shit?
Brian Miller said…
its all open to interpretation...not disappointed at all. without the tame, would we call it wild?
RLM Cooper said…
Loved Tasmania. The photo of the waterfall in my TT post this week is one I took at Liffey Falls, Tasmania. Friends recently traveled to Hobart - they also loved it.
Wings1295 said…
Not disappointed. Like the pic!
Anonymous said…
Actually Kris, I was gravitated towards your opening title. And we all nkow too well how wild government can get, yes? Cheers!
e said…
Not disappointed in the least and your title deserves a post all its own.
Colette Amelia said…
ahh but just let those buggers go to seed and then you will see what a bunch of wild pansies will do!
Betsy Brock said…
Are you anywhere near the red sand storm that happened yesterday? That certainly looked wild! :)
Megan said…
Pshaw. Not disappointed at all. Great color and shade in this shot.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. I am struggling to keep up!

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