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And throughout all eternity I forgive you, you forgive me.


It has been a while since I featured Mount Wellington, so here she is in all her glory. This shot was taken down on the foreshore of Geilston Bay.

I read this morning that J.D. Salinger is dead. If I may, I would just like to state that The Catcher in the Rye is a poorly constructed book, and Holden Caufield is perhaps the most intensely annoying protagonist I've had the displeasure to have shared a text with. Indeed, I would put it to Holden that it is he himself that is the "phony".

Perhaps it is my class bias showing, but Holden just needed to harden up, the miserable toff bastard.

Comments

studioJudith said…
Such a crisp & invigorating image -
it took me away from cold snowy day.

Jjj
Ed & Jeanne said…
Shhhh...don't tell anybody that I never read it...
Kris McCracken said…
Jjj, it is pretty good here today.
Kris McCracken said…
VE, you have not missed much.
Michael said…
I have nver read this book , can you belevie it so can't comment but will say i love your shot here.
Beautiful photo! OF COURSE!


Read the book ONCE...hope never to read it again!
Betty said…
(raises hand very shyly) I really liked the book (lowers hand, stops briefly to admire beautiful photo, then creeps away)
Rebecca said…
Holden C. was a bit of a whiner..LOL!...

Lovely shots here and thanks for the comment on scones at my blog...I like the savory ones, too, especially the white cheddar ones..yum!
Hi! Kris,
Nice quote...
Nice photograph...Hmmm...beautiful photograph!...rather!
and I'am very sadden to hear about the death of author J.D. Salinger,
I have read all his work.(books)

You know another author that death is being reported is author Howard Zinn.
By the way, are you familiar with him?

Unlike you Kris, I thoroughly, enjoyed reading Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye. I'am a semi-prep...you know.

Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
Unknown said…
So many of my favourite things in one shot... Boats, Sky, and a Mountain to name a few... Love it Kris!
Sue said…
Another favourite spot of mine that you photograph. I would really love to see it in person one day...perhaps I will retire nearby! But for now...I will make it my screensaver!
Kris McCracken said…
Betty, I believe that there are many who LOVE the book, so no shame there. It didn't click for me though.
Kris McCracken said…
Rebecca, he does nothing BUT whine. Some hero!
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, Zinn was an interesting guy. I'll be honest and say that - despite my agreeing with his on many facets - I'm unconvinced by his work as a historian.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, could it possibly live up to the hype?

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