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Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.



Hmmmmm. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. March 2013.

Theme Thursday already and there is a nasty little FRAGRANCE about. A stench. A stink. An odour of disrepute. No putrefaction, but something ominous. A bouquet of disagreeableness. A whiff of repugnance and an aura of unpleasantness.

And I'm not talking about the fish.
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Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

Are you talking about the odor left from the fires. It does take a long time for it to go away. Although I think the bird is really liking the fragrance from the fish.

I hope it is cooling down there since you are going into Autumn and the fragrance would be different then it is for us who are entering into Springtime.

I do hope the stench goes away soon for all of you down there.

Happy TT! May you have a weekend filled with the fragrance of your wife and the boys. You have to admit that they probably have the best fragrance around.

God bless.
21 March 2013 at 16:34
George S Batty said…
maybe a pool of dead fish..it's interesting how a picture only shows a view..the sounds,,,the smell..the sand fleas...the gnats are left behind.
21 March 2013 at 16:41
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, the stick is more to do with the behaviour of certain people.

GSB, yummy dead fish!
21 March 2013 at 19:59
Roddy said…
At first I thought it was Moira the Mull Gull, but on reflection it is just another Seagull.
21 March 2013 at 20:19
joanne said…
the photo is awesome in its juxtaposition of the roiling waters and the perfectly still gull.....and about those stinky people.....
22 March 2013 at 00:59
Jackie McGuinness said…
What a great post for fragrance!
22 March 2013 at 03:01
Jackie McGuinness said…
What a great post for fragrance!
22 March 2013 at 03:01
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