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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.
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Tom said…
ah, there is that problem of lack of dough, bread, mulah, coin, green, ducats, bacon, cabbage, eh...Take solice that you live in such a beautiful magical land. Right now i get to look at flat mud.
21 January 2010 at 09:17
Brian Miller said…
lol. i feel your pain...but would love to be out on those waves...
21 January 2010 at 10:14
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
What a very beautiful photograph and a very interesting quote too!
Happy TT...
DeeDee ;-D
21 January 2010 at 19:11
Roddy said…
Bread? In days of yore it would have been hardtack. And yes the sea has been good to me. It has afforded a very comfortable living, thank you. The time away however makes the time spent at home all that much sweeter.
21 January 2010 at 20:23
Betsy Brock said…
ha...you are so clever!
22 January 2010 at 00:54
JeffScape said…
Do you make any bread from your photography?
22 January 2010 at 03:18
Wings1295 said…
Gots ta make da bread, yo!

;)
22 January 2010 at 06:44
C.M. Jackson said…
good work while you are at work-thanks! happy tt-c
22 January 2010 at 11:06
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, flat mud has its charms!
22 January 2010 at 11:22
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, it was nice and warm too.
22 January 2010 at 11:22
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, it's easy to get a good shot when the scene is set for you.
22 January 2010 at 11:22
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you were there.
22 January 2010 at 11:23
Kris McCracken said…
Jeff, unfortunately not. If you have any ideas, let me know! It might be nice having a job you actually enjoy!
22 January 2010 at 11:23
Kris McCracken said…
Poetikat, he's a bit bigger now, but I am fortunate that for whatever reason I got camera happy when Henry arrived.
22 January 2010 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
Wings, bread make the world go around.
22 January 2010 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
CM, I want to know their secret.
22 January 2010 at 11:25
tut-tut said…
Beautiful photos; the kids, the boat, all of them
22 January 2010 at 11:36
Kris McCracken said…
Jill, and to you and yours.
22 January 2010 at 14:27
Babzy.B said…
the colours of the sea are amazing , great shot !
22 January 2010 at 15:25
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, depths plus reefs and rocks plus sun equals a nice result.
22 January 2010 at 20:56
Anonymous said…
I hear ya! And prices just keep "rising" but the pay doesn't!( I know, I know...bad pun )...
23 January 2010 at 00:35
Michael said…
funny take on dough,bread, yacht!
23 January 2010 at 05:53
Stephanie said…
Love the colors showing the depths of the water. Lovely.
23 January 2010 at 08:57
Eberle said…
Nice twist on the bread theme...also love the train pix!
23 January 2010 at 09:33
Kris McCracken said…
Subby, consider yourself pardoned.
23 January 2010 at 14:26
Kris McCracken said…
Mmm, it was the first thing to come to mind.
23 January 2010 at 14:26
Kris McCracken said…
Stephanie, it is one of the benefits of being surrounded by water!
23 January 2010 at 14:33
Kris McCracken said…
Eberle, I do love a nice train.
23 January 2010 at 14:34
Anonymous said…
No worries then, at least on this. Ta much Kris!
23 January 2010 at 22:37
Baino said…
Story of my life! At least we have sunshine Kris, well more often than not.
24 January 2010 at 09:01
Kris McCracken said…
Subby, [waves hand].
24 January 2010 at 11:02
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, but I live in Tasmania!
24 January 2010 at 11:03
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