True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.

The Tasman Bridge as viewed from the north-east, at some point on the Derwent foreshore between Geilston Bay and Lindisfarne Bay. Ezra snapped this one at the same time and place as yesterday's shot.

As for yesterday itself, I managed to snare some impressive images (before the camera battery died, a lesson for a all on the importance of recharging before heading off on a day out). Thus, while I got both lads with an assortment of animals - Henry with koala; Ez assaulting a rabbit; all of us fleeing a crafty and aggressive cabal of angry emus etc - I missed the all important Bengal tiger and blood-spattered lion.

Pictures to come!

Comments

Sue said…

So true...sent Zac off to a school camp and gave him the wrong batteries! But worse was the holiday that garnered some magnificent pics that I accidentally deleted on the last shot as we were heading home! Suffice to say, I was tempted to go back and re-create the whole thing but knew in my heart it was impossible!

10 October 2009 at 11:20

Roddy said…

Try taking a heap of really important pics only to find that the film hadn't wound on. At least with digital the only thing you have to worry about is flat batteries, or dodgy camera.

10 October 2009 at 17:28

yamini said…

Again, a slightly overcast sky, lots of water and mountains in the distance..
It is just my kind of photograph. Kudos Kris, for doing it yet again!!!

12 October 2009 at 04:50

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all.

13 October 2009 at 10:16

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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