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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Superb panorama. Father and sons on the beach, it's a dream.
I have to agree that all three photographs are very nice!
I really like the first and third photographs Of mother and son in a quiet moment in the middle Of Opossum Bay.
The second photograph is quite lovely and the third photograph were the table is "finally" turned! (Ha!)
Kris said, "Blogger issues stole my post!"
Unfortunately, you weren't alone...By the way, the post rings so true too!
DeeDee ;-D
Hmmm...I see that you just closed the book "I'am Legend" (I own it, but haven't read the book or watched the film yet...(with "yet" being that operative word.)
DeeDee, pictures of me are few and far between!
Steffe, it's a bit more chilly here right now. We got caught in a snowstorm yesterday (pics to come!)