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All wisdom is folly that does not accommodate itself to the common ignorance.


I took this shot just outside the farmhouse we stayed at up in Burnie earlier this month. I do like a nice sunrise through.

Here in Hobart, it's morning. It's Australia Day. It's time to go down to Bellerive docks to get some sausages and laugh at people draped in what is a profoundly ugly flag.

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Tom said…
great whacking fun, that is. Hope there's fireworks!
Roddy said…
Unfortunately Kris it is the flag that we at present must worship.
I have no idea as to what we should replace it with. And the vast majority of Australians also have no idea. The unfortunate fact is that no matter what we put up someone will have some form of objection.
I wish you all the best with the sausage sizzle.
Hi! Kris,
Nice Photograph!
Nice Quote!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Unknown said…
the 26th Just arrived here, though it is passing for you... Happy Australia Day!!!!!

I love this photo, as usual your skills shine through.
smudgeon said…
Replace it with the boxing kangaroo flag?

It'd have it's supporters.
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, no fireworks, just a very loud woman with a crocodile puppet.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, a flag is a stupid thing to worship.
Kris McCracken said…
Me, words cannot express how much I detest that flag. I'll keep the present one ahead of that monstrosity.
Roddy said…
Almost a stupid as false idols!?
Michael said…
I love teh way the light is coming in the trees here. Lovely and haunting.
Kris McCracken said…
Mmm, morning light and gums are a great mix.
Siobhan said…
Australia Day happens to coincide with Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day.. Some people are crazy!
Anonymous said…
gr8 pics .... love the water shots and the boats .. im a bit of a boating buff and work n spend time on the water .like you i originated from the north west and have moved here. luv the place.
Kris McCracken said…
Siobhan, I love bubble wrap.
Kris McCracken said…
Anon, cheers! I hope that you are a Parklands High product...

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