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Ezra with creature. Our front yard, Geilston Bay. June 2013.

Theme Thursday for June 6, 2013 -

It's EVOLUTION in action.

Car park EVOLUTION.

Hobart is indeed well endowed with car parks. We have more car parks than you can poke a stick at. We have so many car parks, that people never stop complaining that we don’t have enough car parks.

The problem with car parks, you see, is that you build car parks and more people get a car to park.

The more people with a car to park, the more car parks we need. Then, the more car parks there are, more people get a car that they need to park.

Therefore, you build more car parks. So you build more car parks, and even more people will get a car that they need to park.

I don’t even drive a car!

But we get more car parks. Ever more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more CAR PARKS.

Supplementary car parks.

Additional car parks.

Further car parks.

Elegant car parks.

Poignant car parks.

Joyful car parks.

Crotchety car parks.

Futile car parks.

Exhausted car parks.

Embarrassed car parks.

Sad, bitter, twisted, contracted, molested, untested, rejected, elected, suspected car parks.

More and more car parks.

Every day.
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Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

You sure do have a lot of car parks down there. Up here we are in our cars so many hours that it seems as if our car parks are when we are stopped on the freeways parked during rush hour. Californian's have a love of cars and I think they said we have more cars then kids for the average couple. I guess maybe in downtown areas they have a lot of large parking garages for the people who work and shop in those areas. Maybe we do have a lot of parking lots because so few people actually walk anywhere out here. You would be a rare person to find up here in CA.

I love the bug picture but am thankful that bug is there and not here. I like bugs that stay outside and far away from me.

Happy TT and hope you have another great weekend enjoying not having to park a car and also have fun with the boys.

God bless.
6 June 2013 at 20:29
J Cosmo Newbery said…
Hobart has that many cars? Really? Things have changed since I was last down there.
6 June 2013 at 21:10
Susan said…
"Too Many" is relative; on Monhegan Island a place for more than one car would be too many. The car park I most hate is the one that is supposed to be a moving turnpike, like the famous one in New Jersey. But this poem has such clever bitterness and irony that I totally enjoyed it.
7 June 2013 at 05:13
Amrit Sinha said…
The cars sure enjoy their time at these parks :D
8 June 2013 at 17:04
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