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Photographing the lights while waiting for the lights. Elizabeth Street, Hobart 2010.

Yes it is Theme Thursday again, hello to all Theme Thursday’ers who may be passing through these parts today, or tomorrow (if you are on the backwards part of the world and your today is our yesterday).

It is not too much of a stretch today, as one of the many sources of tension to be found in this blogging lark – and I am at 2080 posts and counting – is the balance between keeping it LIGHT and getting heavy. It is a tricky one, because a lot of excellent things are exclude by getting too heavy on matters; and a LIGHT touch cannot possibly do justice to.

That said, keeping it heavy requires a bit of effort, and can be a bit of a bummer to infrequent visitors, or diverse audience. Indeed, there is a lot to be said for keeping things LIGHT. Like working clean and not BLUE, LIGHTness of touch broadens one’s appeal!

Comments

Tom said…
what light o'er yonder window breaks...
anthonynorth said…
A decision many a blogger faces. most see the light.
Roddy said…
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
However on a lighter note.
Do you think that the light banter found on this blog does anyone any good? Me thinks perchance.
Brian Miller said…
eh, tastes great, less filling...
Dreamhaven said…
Well done. Happy TT
Gabriela Abalo said…
Great picture.

nice take on the theme
Betsy Brock said…
Heavy or light..we love you, Kris!
RA said…
Magnificent! :)
Tracy said…
That's a beautiful exposure in your photo.
Me said…
The photo is stunning, and absolutely perfect for today's theme.

-C
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, I've been busy!

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