If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.

Heavy cloud cover in the east. St Johns Park, New Town. February 2011.

Like the clouds hanging wearily over this tired old land, my year(s)-long commitment to drafting a Sunday Top Five looms over my head like the sword of Damocles.

What can I catalogue today? What unspoken five might possibly emerge from the gloom?

To fit the temper of the times, how about I share with you My Top Five Favourite Shades Of Blue?

Cobalt blue

Cornflower blue

Prussian blue

Azure

Duke blue

So go on then, what shade is your favourite?

Comments

smudgeon said…

What, no Periwinkle Blue or Navy?

Shame, shame.

13 February 2011 at 11:54

diane b said…

Cobalt skies are uplifting and cornflower blue is easy to wear.

13 February 2011 at 12:35

Roddy said…

Cobalt Blue. It is the colour of my grandchildrens eyes.

13 February 2011 at 14:16

Helen said…

Duck egg blue, all the way baby.

13 February 2011 at 21:13

Carola said…

Good idea!

I love the deep blue from International Klein Blue. When the ocean has this color, you are fare out.
For a light blue Carolina Blue is great.

14 February 2011 at 00:01

Kris McCracken said…

Me, Periwinkle Blue is too violet for my tastes and Duke Blue trumps Navy for mine...

Diane b, too true!

Roddy, not any more.

Helen, heavy on the green.

Carola, International Klein is a good one. I like Cornflower blue more than the Carolina because it has a little less green.

14 February 2011 at 17:23

Roddy said…

Don't tell me they have turned green.

15 February 2011 at 05:28

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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