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Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.


My baby takes the morning train afternoon bus from New Town to the city, then from the city to Geilston Bay. New Town Road. August 2010.

My God, it is Theme Thursday already. This one is a tricky one: BROWN.

Buses to me are BROWN. Technically speaking, Metro Tasmania buses are actually white and green, with splashes of yellow; but metaphorically, and more importantly metaphysically, buses are BROWN.

BROWN is functional. BROWN is enduring. BROWN in unheralded.

We all need a touch of BROWN in our life, but I’ve never heard anyone claim BROWN as his or her favourite colour.

Here in Australia people clamour to claim their green credentials, but forget that without any BROWN there can be no green. Green rants and raves and pats itself on the back; BROWN just gets the job done.

BROWN is Earth. BROWN is work. BROWN is triumph without adulation.

Nobody cheers a bus; but buses get me from A to B.

Comments

smudgeon said…
I used to participate in the Metro (or MTT) experience on a regular basis when I lived in Hobart. I agree: buses are definitely brown.
Tom said…
i live in a community where every home has 2.5 vehicles...hurray for the buses! wish we had a decent mass transit system
Julie said…
You are an example of obfuscation, par exemplar!!
Brian Miller said…
that is a really cool shot kris...i thought taking the bus was green...
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, poor turnout for last week's Theme Thursday!

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