An excited little bloke atop Richmond Bridge thinks that he's spotted a runaway convict.
Jennifer is not so sure.
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral
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Kris, I think this is the first time I post a comment here, but I see and enjoy all the posts. One day I would be curious to hear how aware your children are of the blog. As they grow older I am sure they will appreciate this very unique opportunity they have of being accompanied in their lives by such an attent and loving daily photo log.
kris said,"An excited little bloke atop Richmond Bridge thinks that he's spotted a runaway convict.
Jennifer is not so sure.."
lol!!!!
Once again, a nice photograph of Jen and Ezra.
The quote, what more can I say...
...Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
They see photos of other kids on their parents Facebook pages, so maybe they assume that it is the same thing.