(My) Photo of the day, Or When the facts change, I change my mind. What do you do, sir?

No doubt much to the annoyance of those who feel that the weather where they are is letting them down, this photograph was taken on Monday morning down in Salamanca. Although this was officially the second day of winter, the light was more like that you find in autumn. It has been somewhat cold each morning, but it has warmed up most days (16 or 17 degrees Celsius), and not much rain.

Team FITZGERALD/MCCRACKEN will be heading up to the North West coast this weekend, to my hometown of Burnie. I shall be leaving the robot in charge of the blog, and he shall be posting regularly. When we return, I hope to have a stack of pictures of both the journey and the loveliest part of the state to share!

Comments

The D in D & T said…

Have a wonderful trip Kris, looking forward to seeing your photos when you return.

6 June 2008 at 11:41

Anonymous said…

Nice photo...new photos should be nice also

6 June 2008 at 12:26

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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