If you do not wish a man to do a thing, you had better get him to talk about it; for the more men talk, the more likely they are to do nothing else.

Events underwater. Just off Errol Flynn Reserve, Sandy Bay. December 2011.

Today for Theme Thursday I want to talk about taste. It is generally agreed that there are five basic tastes. Today’s theme is one that does not agree much with me: SWEET.

I may be SWEET, but I have no great desire for it. People go on about SWEET want it, are addicted to it and in some cases are enslaved by it; but it has never particularly rocked my world.

You see (and you would never guess this by the blog) I like Bitter, Sour and Salty. I have some time for Umami, but it is a clear runner at number four in my list.

Colourful events underwater. Just off Errol Flynn Reserve, Sandy Bay. December 2011.

Comments

The Silver Fox said…

Excellent shots there! Intriguing text as well. But my favorite part is the title. I wish there were a few things in my life I'd talked about rather than done.

15 December 2011 at 16:22

Lady Whispers said…

wow what excellent shots....love it :)

16 December 2011 at 00:30

Brian Miller said…

dude great shots...love the texture of the water....and i would much take sour over sweet any day...

16 December 2011 at 01:08

Gemma Wiseman said…

Love the beautiful tones in those photos!

My life seems to be a balance of sweet and sour tastes! Depends on the mood, the moment and the season!

16 December 2011 at 08:07

Mrsupole said…

I think my hubby must follow that motto because he talks and talks about winning the lotto but has he done it, noooooooooo......LOL

Love the pictures, they are fantastic and lots must be happening under the water. Very abstract, which is my favorite.

I do like sweet and salty and sour and oh heck I just like food and it shows when I look into the mirror. I need to stop disliking it so much or stop bending my elbow. Big, big sigh.

Thanks for playing with us again even though your favorite is not sweet. Happy Theme Thursday to you.

God bless.

16 December 2011 at 23:40

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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