An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

Cloud and trees and leaves and things. Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. October 2011.

Theme Thursday is back with an all NEW process that suits the Antipodean amongst us!

Of course, when I say NEW I mean back to the way that it used to be.

Do you remember?

Remember how we laughed when the gods offered up the modern form of GEWRINCLOD?

Remember the MYSTERY of that box floating in the river? The one that may (or may not_ have contained body parts?

I certainly know that the tale of those crafty seagulls going about their filthy business on me left an IMPRESSION on many...

A good Theme Thursday topic lets us explore the SURFACE of things; delve into HISTORY; the vampiric tendencies of children on HALLOWEEN; and the fundamental nature of MADness.

Theme Thursday, how we have missed you...

Comments

Roddy said…

Things, things? What kind of things?

20 October 2011 at 19:17

Mrsupole said…

I remember when.....but change is good, especially when it changes the new to include the good about the old.

I do hope everyone likes the new way.

And I miss all the banter back and forth in the comments, that part we have to bring back.

Great clouds and trees hoping for new leaves. The wonder of Nature.

Thanks for joining this weeks TT.

God bless.

21 October 2011 at 02:44

Betsy Brock said…

Yippee for the new old TT! :) I'm back and looking forward to MrsU's leadership. Lovely sky there..and really adorable post for today, too! :)

21 October 2011 at 04:15

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, different things.

Mrsupole, thanks for the effort in reviving it.

Besty, it is back indeed!

1 November 2011 at 14:28

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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