Remember that bit where Joe Pesci meets his demise at the end of Casino?
This was kind of like that...
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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The photos of the boys is fantastic and also your photographic collection of shots in and around Hobart make this one of my joyous moments each and ever day.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart and trust that we can continue to interact through the medium of photography.
Keep up the excellent work. I hope you never tire of it.
I hope to broaden people's exposure to new ideas if they are particularly taken by a title.
[Get yer hand off it McCracken!]
A BIG THANK YOU KRIS!!!!!!!