Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Shiny happy people holding hands. St Johns Park, New Town. October 2010.

Every day I see this as I walk into work.

Every day I wonder why the sun should be so happy to look over a withdrawal unit, pharmacotherapy dispensary, nephrology unit, mental health/drug and alcohol policy unit, aged care facilities and on and on...

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ratatouille's archives said…

Hi! kris...
Kris said,"Every day I wonder why the sun should be so happy to look over a withdrawal unit...facilities and on and on..."

Maybe to imply that (they) the facilitate's workers, hope to one day bring "sunlight"...Translation: Hope in a place...like you mentioned that is "dark" and filled with despair and "hopelessness.
Nice quote!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-/

5 October 2010 at 09:14

Roddy said…

Perhaps the sign isn't for your benefit, perhaps it is for those who are morose and feeling that life has done them some injustice. Imagined or real?!

5 October 2010 at 10:07

smudgeon said…

The whole complex of buildings seems a bit grim if you ask me. Perhaps it's a case of trying to brighten the place up...?

5 October 2010 at 21:17

Kris McCracken said…

DeeDee, nice and sunny today!

Roddy, BAH!

Me, it'll take more than that!

6 October 2010 at 10:06

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

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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