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An odd place to PARK. Geilston Bay, June 2010.

What a place to PARK! That should be a ticket…

Yes, Theme Thursday today, and PARK is our theme. I was going to go with “St Johns PARK” – the new worksite – but I have already just done that.

Ideas are often like that; they come and go too soon.

Which leaves me with today’s photograph. This poignant little vessel, stricken and forsaken on its side like a metaphorical Minke whale stranded on the pebbly-beach of misplaced and premature creative expressions.

Artistic endeavours can get quite messy sometimes, to the point that not even the most ingenious of metaphors can redeem it.

What You should take from this is that the tricky Theme Thursday topic can be fudged with just a little bit of imagination.
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Roddy said…
To PARK a boat? Nay,nay,nay. To moor a boat; Please! She may well be beached to scrap her hull. Or perhaps to recaulk the timbers. Or maybe even to patch a hole in the hull. But then again perhaps the tide just went out and left her high and dry.
22 July 2010 at 19:46
Tom said…
adventures in parallel parking!
22 July 2010 at 23:19
Julie said…
You always inhabit a parallel universe. I love how you respond to Themes. Totally off-the-wall.
23 July 2010 at 03:54
Matty said…
I love, love, love the reflection. This would make a perfect shot for the Weekend Reflections theme.
23 July 2010 at 15:05
Brian Miller said…
lol. the result of a rather exciting night on the town...
23 July 2010 at 20:10
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, she is PARKed on land.

Tom, failures in parallel parking.

Julie, I am my own man.

Matty, I've not heard of such a thing.

Brian, I can believe that.

Jingle, cheers!
24 July 2010 at 08:31
Baino said…
mmm you has a new gaff? Poor boat, looks like an old boot in the middle of the road. Bit lonely
24 July 2010 at 09:44
Kris McCracken said…
Why yes. Yes I do.
4 August 2010 at 17:50
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