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Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. but it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.


It’s Theme Thursday folks, and have we got a fantastic theme set up for your pleasure today!

Did it convince you?

I tried, really, I tried.

What in blazes can I talk about today?

I’ve got a photo of a chimney in Battery Point. It could be brickworks, or a crematorium, or just an over-enthusiastic homeowner with cold toes. Truth is, I don’t know.

It does make for a nice picture. But then again, I would say that.

The theme today is BEGINNING.

And this is the

END

Comments

Tom said…
...in the beginning. Yours is the first Theme Thursday post i've read...only 40 or 50 to go...Yikes!
Doc said…
Do you think the guy who built the chimney was compensating for something?

Doc
Unknown said…
The end is the beginning is the end.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxM4EbN9lMY
Roddy said…
They did nice work didn't they? Our predecessors.
Looks like it may have belonged to a foundry of some kind.
In the beginning there was??. In the end there will be??.
Megan said…
Wow, that's a ton of bricks.
Brian Miller said…
there was a nice title at the beginning of the post...nice pic too...tough theme...
Elaine Yim said…
This chimney seem to have no end. What is being burnt at the bottom ?
Babzy.B said…
I really enjoy your sens of humour ;)
Siobhan said…
I actually love this photo!!
Baino said…
Erm I cheated too. Tough call this week. Nice chimmney though. I remember walking up the shot tower in Hobard. Nice beginning but it took a long time to end!
Leah said…
Nice bricks!

What doc said made me laugh out loud.
Alan Burnett said…
The chimney does make for a nice picture but the way you have cropped it makes it even better.
Ed & Jeanne said…
Are you suggesting you've been smokin' something? This isn't the end of that debate; just the beginning! ;)
Tess Kincaid said…
This chimney was definitely built by a guy with issues.
Betsy Brock said…
Looks like the end of the chimney to me! ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, it can be hard finding the time.
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, perhaps he owns a hummer?
Kris McCracken said…
Yoork, I couldn't possibly comment.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that was Winston talking during WWII.
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, I suspect they may have used it to to make further bricks.
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, yesterday was more a case of too little time to come up with something more substantial. It's been a bit busy of late!
Kris McCracken said…
Autumn Belle, I shudder to think...
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, of that I am glad!
Kris McCracken said…
Siobhan, I don't mind it myself.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, there's no such thing as cheating, only interpretations of a theme.
Kris McCracken said…
Leah, like the ladies when the fellow in question drops his trousers...
Well you've come...full circle with this post :)

xoxo
Kris McCracken said…
Alan, the nice weather helped too!
Kris McCracken said…
VE, smoking is a vile habit.
Kris McCracken said…
Willow, Norman Bates-type issues?
Kris McCracken said…
Betsy, or the beginning.
Kris McCracken said…
Marianna, it's the circle of life!
e said…
Imposing chimney!
Wings1295 said…
Ok, the previous TT post I just read had a phallic orchid bud, and now you have a ginormous 'erect' tower.

hmmmmm....

What is going on around here? hahahahaha
Dreamhaven said…
It is an amazing chimmney.
Interesting post
Kris McCracken said…
Wings, phallogocentrism!
Kris McCracken said…
Dreamhaven, I need to find out what it was for.

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