You’ve got to deal with how photographs look, what’s there, not how they’re made.

I need to shave. Home, Geilston Bay. January 2013.

Theme Thursday and CHOCOLATE does not do it for me.

Foot rubs, good reads, back rubs, long walks, short runs, nice swims, sightseeing tours, games of snap, making love, taking photos, cooking dinner, decent music, stupid jokes, Wii Fit, kicking footies; you know, that kind of thing.

Comments

Mrsupole said…

Well after a good foot or back rub, long walk or short run, taking a photo, eating the cooked dinner and especially stupid jokes, a nice piece of chocolate cake with ice cream sure does sound good. And dark chocolate is healthy for you.

God bless.

1 February 2013 at 00:10

anthonynorth said…

Foot rubs in chocolate may be therapeutic.

1 February 2013 at 02:21

Pratibha said…

Ah! the good life :)
Even i do not go for chocolate when I need to feel pampered and alive !

1 February 2013 at 03:11

California Girl said…

HI! Psych'd to find out you're in Tasmania...even if you don't care about chocolate.

4 February 2013 at 13:06

Kris McCracken said…

So tired, so very very tired.

So California Girl, have you been to Tasmania?

5 February 2013 at 14:36

California Girl said…

No. I've not traveled to your part of the woods. My sons, however, are currently living in Byron Bay, New South Wales. They love it.

5 February 2013 at 15:23

Kris McCracken said…

Byron is a lovely part of the world. A mite warmer than Tasmania, but we have our own charms.

6 February 2013 at 10:30

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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