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Escapee dog walks on air. Table Cape, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012.

This Theme Thursday we are not talking about monkey's in rhinestone vests, we are talking BUBBLES.

"BUBBLES?", you ask.

Yes, BUBBLES.

When I say BUBBLES I don't mean a thin, hemispherical film of liquid filled with air or gas (i.e. 'I'm forever blowing BUBBLES in the air"). Nor do I mean a globular body of air or gas formed within a liquid (i.e. 'fart in the bath').

No, when I think BUBBLES I think of something insubstantial, something groundless, something ephemeral.

Not wanting to burst your BUBBLES, but BUBBLES are usually impracticable illusions. That monkey you bought and stuck in nappies? It's never going to be human!

That dog you saw floating in the air up at Table Cape? It was just rounding the crest!

Comments

Brian Miller said…
oh man dont wreck my illusions...though owning a monkey would be fun at times...i bet it would be a mess...
JANU said…
You did burst my bubble. Unique take on the topic.
Roddy said…
Don't tell Michael Jackson. He thought Bubbles was human.... Then again.......???
Mrsupole said…
Gas bubbles in a bath full of bubbly water has to be the funniest bubbles for the little kiddies. And I always thought my pet monkey in nappies was human, at least that is what he told me.

Love the dog pic and yup you totally burst that bubble of him walking on air. Geez I will never look at a dog the same way again.

Great take on bubbles for this weeks TT.

God bless.
Postcardy said…
And I thought the dog was jumping with joy!
Leah said…
...and I was so sure my monkey would eventually be socialized to our human ways...

love the picture!
Leah said…
haha! i see by MrsUpole's comment that I'm not the first to crack that joke...
Steve Isaak said…
Fun read. Thanks for the smile. =)
California Girl said…
Beautifully put and a perfect image to boot.

It has been too long since I've read your blog. I'm joining up!
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, my apologies...

Janaki, cheers!

Roddy, poor MJ...

Mrsupole, the dog was trotting along like something in a David Lynch film. Nothing but poppy fields all around.

Postcardy, it had escaped....

Leah, poor monkeys...

Steve, no problem!

CG, get in there!

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