Power is not only what you have but what the enemy thinks you have.

The beautiful morning ~~sunshine~~ lamp shine of Hobart in winter. Elizabeth Street, Hobart. August 2010.

The combination of a show shutter speed – necessary to cope with the poor light – and street lamps still on – because of poor light – have delivered an interesting effect in this photo here. I do like the way that prolonged exposure to the blaze of what is really a low watt globe almost burns out the [ahem] film.

This leads me to my next instalment…

51. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
No, no I most definitely do not. A couple of chickens dipped in ink. On acid. At a Prodigy concert.

52. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Lunch meat? I like spicy Hungarian salami. I like ham. I had pastrami today.

53. ANY BAD HABITS?
I have many, many bad habits.

54. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?
My CDs are all in boxes at the top of Henry’s cupboard. Most embarrassing CD? I had a clear out prior to the last move, and I’m not sure what is left (hundreds remain). The most embarrassing CD that I parted money with for? I dunno, maybe the last Ride album?

55. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Depends on who I am. I have very strict rules on this sort of thing. It’s a select group.

56. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
No. I wouldn’t swear if I’d tell.

57. DO LOOKS MATTER?
One would be lying to say they don’t. Should they matter? That’s another story…

58. HOW DO YOU RELEASE YOUR ANGER?
Ranting and raving. I need a better way.

59. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?
I don’t have one.

60. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
No. I’m a sceptic at heart. I will give people a go, but generally keep on guard.

Comments

Magpie said…

I love the color of the pole and the lights with the circles and arches. Great photo.

17 August 2010 at 09:08

Roddy said…

Were you ever given a secret and then were vilified because you didn't pass it on. It happened to me once.

17 August 2010 at 18:04

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks Magpie.

I am sure that there are times when people have told me a secret when they wanted me to pass it on.

22 August 2010 at 18:10

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...

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...

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. ...

This will hurt me...

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