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When truth is discovered by someone else, it loses something of its attractiveness.


The fountain in Salamanca Square up close and personal. May 2010.

Crikey Moses it is cold this morning. The very heavy frost that is lurking about has mean that my fingers are struggling to hang out the four loads of washing done thus far.

Yes, it is a cruel world.

Today's Sunday Top Five: Five Places In The World I'd Rather Be This Morning...
  1. Blackpool
  2. Vladivostok
  3. Montego Bay
  4. Rostock
  5. Pago Pago


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Magpie said…
Great photos!
23 May 2010 at 10:18
Roddy said…
Simply bubbling with effervescence.
You know the best place to be? Alive! Beats dead any day.
23 May 2010 at 12:55
Anonymous said…
That's a really fantastic picture.

Jackie
23 May 2010 at 20:21
Carola said…
Can't imaging the frost. I'm in Khartoum, Sudan. Feels like beeing in the Sauna, more than 40 degrees Celsius! And I'm really looking forward to some COOLER places. But, like often, I'd rather be some where else.

Sunday Top Five: What a special mix of places. Kris can you explane this.
I like Rostock. As a German. But as an Aussie. Hmmm? Why not Lübeck? And yes Pago Pago I really love it, traveled there with a sailboat. One of my favorite places in the world. Another one in the Pacific is Taiohae.
26 May 2010 at 02:34
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, thanks!

Roddy, depends where you are.

Jackie, shutter speed!

Carola, it was a mood thing. I like Rostock because I am a fan of industrial towns on the water. I'm from Burnie, which I like to think of as Tasmania's Rostock.
28 May 2010 at 08:04
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