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The totally convinced and the totally stupid have too much in common for the resemblance to be accidental.


Lineup. East Derwent Highway, the Lindisfarne/Geilston Bay border. September 2013.

Theme Thursday?

FASCINATION?

Words. Birds. Long dead musicians. Colours. Directions. Computer games. Memories memories memories memories memories memories.

Noise.

Silence.

Space. Space. Space.

Peace and aggression.

Comments

Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

I definitely like your list of fascinating things, especially the title. Maybe you are right in that if someone is totally convinced about some things then maybe they are kinda stupid but then again stupid is as stupid does. You will never totally convince some people that they are stupid or what they are doing is stupid.

And where there is aggression there can never truly be peace. Ah but silence can sometimes be so nice and memories are definitely fascinating.

Happy Theme Thursday and I hope you have another great weekend exploring. You all seem to go to the most fascinating places and I really enjoy seeing the pictures. The boys are growing so fast.

God bless.
Kris McCracken said…
I'm going to have to work out what to do this coming weekend. The weather looks like clearing up by Sunday.

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