A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.

The view down. The top of Shot Tower, Taroona. May 2013.

Theme Thursday today and I shall consider things that are SMOOTH, and things that are not SMOOTH.

The sweet soulful tones of Marvin Gaye expressing his need for a carnally oriented therapeutic remedy are SMOOTH.

The shrill tones of imbecilic media gawkers whose opinion equates to the spasmodic orgasmic delight at the spilling of blood is most decidedly not SMOOTH.

The subtle glide of George Clooney as he glissades behind an inconversant seraphic maiden and whisks her off to his bedchamber is SMOOTH.

The oafish grunts, thrusts and uncouth posturing of Vladimir Putin as he paws at some guileless strumpet and presents some freshly butchered endangered animal in the attempt to secure some cheap bestial gratification is in no way SMOOTH.

Rocks can be SMOOTH as you promenade along the beach skipping stones and gazing at gulls.

Rocks are rarely SMOOTH when you're tumbling down the face of a cliff, clawing for some semblance of a grasp point.

Comments

George S Batty said…

loved the media shot and hope you don't have first hand knowledge of tumbling down a cliff

28 June 2013 at 02:01

Nana Jo said…

I love the smooth, satiny feel of rocks in my hand, too. The image you portrayed of Putin will be difficult to erase from my memory!

28 June 2013 at 02:29

Unknown said…

Had to laugh at your take of a black cat crossing your path! Glad you are not superstitious!

28 June 2013 at 05:45

Anonymous said…

Nice mix of images, both in word and photo.

28 June 2013 at 23:50

Mrsupole said…

Black cats are cool, just hard to see at night. At first when I looked at the picture, I just thought those were large rocks and since I have a fear of heights I did not want to look too closely. Now I see it looks like a castle tower and a house, plus I see the car. There is no way I would ever be able to look down, so thank you for the picture. Love the Putin comment and he is so smooth when his shirt is off, not. But I think he has a big enough ego for all shirtless men.

Happy Theme Thursday. Hope you have a fun week with Jen and the boys.

God bless.

2 July 2013 at 12:50

Kris McCracken said…

Mi ĉesis!

11 July 2013 at 20:58

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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