I have not killed anyone. They will not let me.

The view from the back door. Geilston Bay. March 2013.

Theme Thursday and the SHAPES that come to mind all, for some reason, look like flames.

It gets a little warmer. Geilston Bay. March 2013.

Yes, SHAPES like that above.

That was the view from the backyard yesterday afternoon. Getting in the washing while watching the flames whipping up behind the house is an interesting thing.

Night-time. Geilston Bay. March 2013.

Comments

Dina said…

Oi! Even more scary when the photos are big.
So what happened after that??

7 March 2013 at 18:57

Mrsupole said…

Each year when we have the fires it is always a scary thing. We always know they are coming just not sure where they will be.

I hope you are all well and safe and they have put out the fires. I have seen on the news where in some areas they have been very bad.

And even though I know you would like to harm the firebugs to do so would bring you down to their level. Hopefully they will be caught and justice served.

Happy TT and may you have a safe weekend with your family. The beach sounds like a nice place to visit.

God bless.

7 March 2013 at 22:15

George S Batty said…

assume you are still in good shape. great pics of a bad event. the clouds in the first one are awesome

8 March 2013 at 01:22

tony said…

Very Scary & Elemental.Brilliant Photos.

10 March 2013 at 00:25

LLM Calling said…

scary sights

10 March 2013 at 07:34

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all. My flu has cleared up and the rain came to put out the fire!

11 March 2013 at 20:54

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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