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Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.


No sign of Charlie Brown anywhere near this poor, lonely kite trapped in the power lines down by the Cenotaph here in Hobart. It strikes me as a most apt image for this weeks Theme Thursday.

You see, I have been informed that this week's Theme Thursday has been cancelled! Yes, cancelled!

Apparently there is some odd little holiday called Thanksgiving. I can see why the fellows in the funny hats would want to say thank you for a delicious meal of turkey and yams! As to the question of whether the inhabitants of the New World - be it the Americas or Australasia - would want to thank Europeans for the changes they wrought, I am less certain.

In the absence of a theme, I am like the kite pictured above: dangling and without purpose...
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Roddy said…
You have a purpose my son. That is to ensure that your family are well catered for.
It may not be a Thursday theme.
Look at Jennifer, Henry and Ezra and there is your purpose!
Good luck!
26 November 2009 at 12:55
Sue said…
In the spirit of Thanksgiving... thank YOU, Kris...for your wonderful blog. I look forward to coming here each day (or at least as much as I can). It gives me a chuckle or it makes me pause and think... and I love the photos of you and Jen and the boys!
Thank you!
26 November 2009 at 20:01
Tash said…
Hee-hee. Great image and lots of imagination related to NON-theme. Now I gotta go bake then eat the turkey.
27 November 2009 at 02:21
Kris McCracken said…
I am keeping quiet the fact that I somehow manage to [cough] lose [cough] my camera yesterday.

Fingers crossed some bugger hands it in...
28 November 2009 at 09:28
Sue said…
Fingers AND toes crossed!
28 November 2009 at 22:21
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, the police haven't seen it, and no calls from all of the places I left my card at, so I'm not holding my breath.

So ist das Leben.
30 November 2009 at 12:26
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