All I want is the best of everything and there's very little of that left.

The great Richmond flood of June 2011. Richmond, June 2011.

We've had a lot of rain about these parts lately (to be fair, we've had our share of cold clear days too, but they're not nearly so dramatic). On one of these days we ventured down the road to the historic township of Richmond™ - that is, if 'history' begins in 1823....

MORE of the great Richmond flood of June 2011. Richmond, June 2011.

So this day we eschewed the beach and went to find scones. Instead of small and fluffy Scottish quick breads we found a raging torrent!

The great Richmond flood of June 2011, looking away from the bridge. Richmond, June 2011.

That said, the ducks and the geese seemed to enjoy it.

Comments

smudgeon said…

And less than 18 months ago the Coal River had run out of water, and we nearly ran out of salad leaves! Gotta love the Australia climate...

21 June 2011 at 09:37

Roddy said…

But did you find your scones?

21 June 2011 at 14:06

Kris McCracken said…

Smudgeon, crazy times...

Roddy, yes we did.

21 June 2011 at 15:27

Carola said…

That doesn't look very Australian.

21 June 2011 at 17:38

ratatouille's archives said…

Hi! Kris...
All Of the photographs are very beautiful too [with the raging torrent aside]...I really like the look Of the overcast day.
The quote once again, rings so very true!
Thanks, for sharing!
deedee

21 June 2011 at 21:54

Kris McCracken said…

Carola, that's because it's Tasmania. We're a whole other place! ;D

DeeDee, we picked our moment too. I got a bunch of snaps, and then it started to bucket down.

22 June 2011 at 11:16

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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