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 aka Pamela Adams 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

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