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Sunrise over the Elizabeth Street Pier, Hobart. April, 2010.

Theme Thursday and I don't have a BICYCLE.

BICYCLE!

I could maybe ride a BICYCLE off the pier, but it's too cold.

I've heard of underwater BICYCLEs, but they're no use to me.

It's too windy at the moment to ride to work, as I'd be blown off a BICYCLE, and no doubt off the bridge with it.

No, BICYCLE is of no use to me.

Comments

Magpie said…
Who needs a bicycle when you can stand and look at that sky!! Wonderful.
Roddy said…
You can always borrow my bicycle. You could then ride all around Hobart with the Premier and his mates.
Tom said…
have you got the kids learning to ride yet?
ilovepink1078 said…
Wow, it looks like 3D in distace.
Great post!
Brian Miller said…
really a magnificent picture....
Parz said…
You can go to http://hobartbikekitchen.org/ and build yourself a bicycle.
Ed & Jeanne said…
When it is of no use to you is exactly WHEN you should do it.

A bicycle is mobility in touch with the world, not isolated from it in a car. Mobility is freedom.
Betsy Brock said…
Underwater bicycle? Seriously? LOL!
Baino said…
You have the great knack or eye to make the ordinary look extraordinary. That's it. I'm doing it this weekend, just take the camera and shoot whatever.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. We have been lucky to have some interesting clouds most mornings of late.
moondustwriter said…
That picture is amazing. Who needs a bike when you can commandeer a sailboat?

Thanks for sharing with us

my bike story is at http://moondustwriter.com entitled the "Duck Pond" so it does involve water too
Anonymous said…
I love the colors in the sky of this pic...


http://nprimopiano.wordpress.com/2009/07/10/tired-bike/
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks Leslie and Marina!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/05/09/sunday-special-awards-for-remarkable-memes-and-participants/

Meme participation awards,
Happy Sunday.
Happy Mother's Day to Moms in your life, Cheers!

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