Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.

The chips are slow, but the seagulls are patient. Salamanca Square, Hobart. December 2010.

Sometimes it is best to wait and see before committing yourself. These seagulls understand this all too well. Not wanting to reveal their ~~hand~~ wing too early, they are content to hang back and await a change in circumstances.

Have you ever seen a seagull half squashed on a road? They are the ones that rushed in before being in full receipt of the facts…

These are Chroicocephalus novaehollandiae, more commonly known as the Silver Gull or the ubiquitous “seagull” here in Tasmania. These fellows should be eating worms, fish, insects and crustaceans, but I suspect this gang favours hot chips, meat pies, Hawaiian pizzas and the odd chocolate torte.

Comments

Simona Albanese said…

Interesting shot!
thanks for stop by at my blog:)

Simona
http://brisbanetuttigg.blogspot.com/

5 January 2011 at 10:36

Roddy said…

Fools rush in where seagulls fear to tread. New take on an old adage.

5 January 2011 at 12:35

Kris McCracken said…

Simona, always a pleasure!

Roddy, the oldest in the book.

5 January 2011 at 13:43

magiceye said…

superbly composed and shot!

5 January 2011 at 15:12

charisma said…

love the photo and the description that goes with it. :)

5 January 2011 at 16:10

Kris McCracken said…

Magiceye, thanks! The seagulls were compliant, but you can’t dawdle with children or animals…

Charisma, why thank you.

6 January 2011 at 10:10

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

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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