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The lonely sponge. Seven Mile Beach, September, 2010.

Theme Thursday again, and seemingly without REASON I have chosen the above photograph, taken on our visit on a wet and windy day last Sunday, to get out of the house and avoid killing each other commemorate Father’s Day.

I say that I post without REASON, but as is the case each Theme Thursday, I can manufacture a REASON no trouble.

You see, all (or at least, one of the things) REASON is “a statement presented in justification or explanation of a belief or action.” It can also refer to “Logic, or a premise of an argument.”

Thus my REASON – as in justification or logic – is that age old adage: because.

Because on Theme Thursday I need to post something.

Because for some REASON unbeknownst to me I have appeared to have locked myself into the twice-a-day (three times on Tuesday) cycle that obsessive compulsive disorder prevents me from breaking.

Therefore, you get a sponge on a beach from the south of Tasmania. You don’t need any more REASON than that.
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Julie said…
Sounds reasonable ...
9 September 2010 at 08:46
Lesley said…
some reasons are "sponge-worthy"!
9 September 2010 at 11:34
Kris McCracken said…
Julie, I thought so.

Lesley, I would hope that I was "sponge worthy".
9 September 2010 at 11:39
Everyday Goddess said…
an excellent reason!

heh heh, sponge worthy. i miss elaine.
9 September 2010 at 12:02
Brian Miller said…
and here i thought we were talking about sponge bathes...

happy tt!
9 September 2010 at 13:09
Roy said…
Hmmmm... Julie beat me to the only reasonable comment to your post.
9 September 2010 at 13:14
Roddy said…
That sounds reasonable. Irrational but reasonable.
Do you think the sponge knows that it is there?
9 September 2010 at 16:41
Gabriela Abalo said…
great pic!!

a good reason to post it ;)
9 September 2010 at 23:08
One Prayer Girl said…
Love this picture. It reminds me of many moments in my life on deserted beaches just like this.

PG
9 September 2010 at 23:21
Francisca said…
It really was an unREASONable prompt, wasn't it. But your photo needs no reason, it's super. :-)
10 September 2010 at 00:26
Kris McCracken said…
Hi all, thanks for the kind comments. I didn't need too much of a reason to post this photo. I do like it.
10 September 2010 at 14:44
Jaime said…
there is no better reason than "because"
13 September 2010 at 00:00
Kris McCracken said…
Jaime, that's what I was thinking!
13 September 2010 at 12:51
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