A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.

Prehistoric plant #1. Lake Osborne, Mount Field National Park. July 2013.

Theme Thursday PASSIONS have got away from me!

My apologies!

Prehistoric plant #2. Lake Osborne, Mount Field National Park. July 2013.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Great photos. They look to be bromeliads?

26 July 2013 at 05:07

Kris McCracken said…

It's Richea pandanifolia, a species of flowering plant in the family Ericaceae and endemic to Tasmania.

27 July 2013 at 09:44

Mrsupole said…

Hi Kris,

Well the passions did not really get away from you because taking pictures seems to be your next great passion because Jenn and the boys definitely are your greatest passion. And I am so enjoying your passions too. The boys are so cute.

Happy TT. Have a great weekend with the family.

God bless.

27 July 2013 at 22:37

California Girl said…

i'm late to the commenting party for last week but kudos to you on capturing these incredible plants.

Tasmania, eh? My sons are currently living/travelling through Australia, hoping to get to Tasmania after visiting NZ.

2 August 2013 at 06:21

Kris McCracken said…

I have been so very busy of late!

11 August 2013 at 15:22

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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