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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.

Comments

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.
Brian Miller said…
lol. i feel your pain...but would love to be out on those waves...
Hi! Kris,
What a very beautiful photograph and a very interesting quote too!
Happy TT...
DeeDee ;-D
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.
Betsy Brock said…
ha...you are so clever!
JeffScape said…
Do you make any bread from your photography?
Kat Mortensen said…
I need some bread to self-publish, but fortunately, I have the real thing here to eat.

That is such a tender photo of you with the infant Ezra (in your sidebar). It warms my heart.
Wings1295 said…
Gots ta make da bread, yo!

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

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