Just to stir things up seemed a great reward in itself.

Late afternoon looking over Geilston Bay to New Town. July 2010.

Last one!

91. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?
Very much. With extra wasabi and pickled ginger.

92. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?
Ezra laughing.

93. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Tomorrow.

94. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Too scared. Jen would not approve.

95. SUMMER OR WINTER?
It is currently winter. In winter, I miss summer. In summer, I miss winter. I’m complex.

96. KISSES OR HUGS?
Kisses AND hugs. I’m greedy like that.

97. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE-NIGHT STANDS?
Marriages.

98. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Those short of blogging ideas.

99. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Automatons.

100. CREATE YOUR OWN QUESTION!
What next?

Comments

Magpie said…

Love the water and reflections.

25 August 2010 at 12:25

Roddy said…

Picturesque, pristine, perfect. I like the haze too.

25 August 2010 at 21:11

Carola said…

Like your 100 Questions. But I missed some. Why don't you have a tag? I will go back and read them all. And I'll try to answer. How do you want the answers? In an email?
Are these questions your ideas?

We just returned from our big travel. So Kris, from now on I'll leave comments from no other places then this small town in Germany, Lünen. For a while ;)

26 August 2010 at 02:48

Kris McCracken said…

Magpie, it is a lovely spot.

Roddy, that's a little misty fog.

Carola, the questions are not my idea, I just found them one the Internet somewhere.

You can find them all over the past two weeks. Feel free to answer them yourself. Flick them across to me in an e-mail and I can compare answers. Otherwise, I am on the Facebook!

26 August 2010 at 10:32

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

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...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

This will hurt me...

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