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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And this was going non-stop in Salamanca? Shudder.
I like the new look.
kris said,"the piano, the sandpit and the wailing sirens (of the heaving bosom variety, not the "WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" kind."
Wow...Now that is unique...The brick wall in the background is very beautiful too!
The quote...so true,
so true!
Nice upgrade!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Which of these windows is yours? Or are you taking the photo through your window?
Have Henry and Ezra been down to play in this sandpit?
Non-stop for a month. Those speakers are just under my window.
I know that you and Jason loved your sandpit. It was also about 30 times bigger than the one Henry and Ezra got. Almost half of the backyard,do you remember?
Where have those days gone? I miss them!