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...
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What an interesting photograph (It look like a sea lion, but them are just really big rocks? right?)...and quote too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Your itinerary? Can you ever see yourself taking this trip now that you have children and responsibilities?
When are you leaving?
That looks like an interesting trip, great choice.
I recommend couchsurfing.org for free places (hospitality) and it is a wonderful opportunity to get to know the people.
Kris, if this is just a dream it's wonderful.
Follow your dream, never stop.
– Børge Ousland –
As long as I don't have to fly Jetstar...