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
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Ezra is fast growing up into a handsome young man.
Absolutely cutie-pie precious.
I can start to see some resemblence btw the boys now. Ezra's facial features are changing.
I was able to take my eyes off of Ezra for a sec to notice the lovely blanket and his sweater. I'm envious of his wooly collection.
with kids like Henry and Ez... you should be shouting from roof tops... ehehehe
and eat all the chocolate that he could get!!!!!
Yipppeeeeeeeeee!!!! I did it...
I just penned these lines for my dear dear dearest Ezra. and now, i am waiting for the old tapes.
Kris, u hearing????
Wonderful photo, colorful like your mood!!
remember the prize for the caption??
I coined this four-line caption for the tapes, u know!!!! ;-))
What if I post a video?
waiting to watch it..