Saturday, October 24, 2009

One swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.


Some pretty flowers that can be found in the park in Battery Point. I'm not sure of its name, but I expect that it is something dull like Battery Point Park.

For the sake of brevity, let's just call it the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion. Anyway, I'm frequently spending my lunch break seated in the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion reading.

It beats fishing.

4 comments:

me said...

I propose a ban on the phrases "brain snap" and "brain explosion" (or at least a free-slapping for whomever uses it without irony). Seems like a convenient way for all manner of politicians/sports people/public figures to excuse their bad behaviour & short fuses - like it's not their fault.

Hideous.

But a nice park all the same.

Hallam said...

hippy.

yamini said...

Beautiful picture.

Kris said...

I try.