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But nobody did come, because nobody does; and under the crushing recognition of his gigantic error Jude continued to wish himself out of the world.


Theme Thursday already?

All right, squint really really hard at the view from Nutgrove Beach, and you'll see a windsurfer on the left, and a BELL on the right.

Or maybe it's a BELL on the left or a windsurfer on the right.

Look, one of them is a BELL and one of them is a windsurfer, take my word for it!

Comments

Magpie said…
This is a great shot. I love how the water changes color. Beautiful.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, it's all about depth, rocks and sand.
Brian Miller said…
really a beautiful shot...sure beats the snow out my window. i think i see a bell...or is that a windsurfer...happy tt!
Anonymous said…
its a beautiful shot and the uncertainity makes it just more beautiful...
anthonynorth said…
I can see a windsurfer called Bell :-)
Great pic.
You'll find mine here.
I see it, I see it! And lots more. -J
Betsy Brock said…
It's a windsurfer...but since you need a bell for the theme, we'll indulge you today. ha.
JeffScape said…
You're in Tasmania, correct? I think I need to check that place out.
Baino said…
Yep I'll take your word for it. Gorgeous sunshine you're having! We're a bit grey and wet up here!
e said…
Lovely colours and light here, I'll let the bell and surfer slide this time...
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, we had great weather again today!
Kris McCracken said…
UH, good for a dip.
Kris McCracken said…
Faery, I think that the red one is the BELL.
Kris McCracken said…
Anthony, I knew a BELL once...
Kris McCracken said…
H-H, at least someone can!
Kris McCracken said…
Besty, it's both, I tells ya!
Kris McCracken said…
Jeff, get down here!

QUICK!
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, Sydney needs to get real and close up shop and move south!
Kris McCracken said…
e, not a lot of surf, but plenty of wind!

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