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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...
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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
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