At times I think and at times I am.

Faith. St George's Church of the Martyr, Battery Point. August 2012.

Theme Thursday and I have been busy all day.

'What AROMAS did you smell?', well might you might ask.

Discontent.

Anger.

Resignation.

The usual...

Comments

joanne said…

I am guessing you are in Australia - am I right? In any case, that's quite a lovely shot....and I am sorry that you are someplace where that's all you can smell!

17 August 2012 at 07:42

Mrsupole said…

Hi Kris,

I am taking it that work was not fun today. But I know that when you got home and smelled those two boys and hugged your wife then all was well. I do hope you are having a better day on Friday and that you have a wonderful weekend. I would say to get out and smell the roses but I know you are almost always out and living by the ocean means you have many smells. You are so blessed to live there and have such a grand choice of aromas. NZ rocks! LOL

Happy Theme Thursday!

God bless.

17 August 2012 at 09:52

Dulcina said…

Just three words smelling a world.
I wish you:
Happiness.
Peace.
Hope.
And all these three things becoming usual.

Enjoy the weekend!
:)

18 August 2012 at 13:03

Anonymous said…

I hope things get better for you!

19 August 2012 at 07:18

Kris McCracken said…

Work is work is work. Nothing more than the usual annoying business coupled with a lack of passion.

26 August 2012 at 17:57

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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