A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.

Down low atop the overpass. East Derwent Highway, Lindisfarne. May 2012.

Theme Thursday and I still haven't posted?

Damn!

NEIGHBOURS.

Gay bars?

NEIGHBOURS!

Hay cars?

NEIGHBOURS!!

Toppled Tsars?

NEIGHBOURS!!!

Hekmatyar's? Gulbuddin Hekmatyar???

For crying out loud, NEIGHBOURS!!!

I don't know why I am, just that some days I am.

Comments

Mrsupole said…

Have you met Sam I am, or are you two neighbors?

So who is Gulbuddin Hekmatyar? Is he or she one of your neighbors?

LOL

I like how you got down low to take the picture of the bridge overpass, that is pretty cool.

Happy Theme Thursday!! Have a great weekend and Happy Mother's Day wishes for your wife.

God bless.

10 May 2012 at 18:37

Kris McCracken said…

Gulbuddin Hekmatyar is an Afghan Mujahideen leader. He's not a real nice bloke, and I'm not sure that he'd make a great neighbour.

10 May 2012 at 18:50

Mrsupole said…

Especially if you were a woman. They seem to treat women as lower class citizens in a lot of those countries. I wonder what a woman did to cause such hatred.

GBA

11 May 2012 at 00:26

Kris McCracken said…

There is a long history to the role of women in nomadic, tribal society and the emergence of Islam into that environment. Unfortunately, there exists those who want to exploit their own power base and repress others.

18 May 2012 at 13:10

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.

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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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