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The best way to have a good idea is to have a lot of ideas.


Just combine a frosty morning, some fog settled on the river, and a gradually rising sun; and you've got yourself an interesting photo! Straight out of the tin this one.

At some point, ideas for blog posts must run a little dry. In the event of this, I feel it pertinent to break the glass and turn to YOU for ideas. So come on, what can I write about? Does anyone want to set me a challenge or ask me a question? You'd be doing me a favour...
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Babzy.B said…
Good shot !
Related to the photo i've posted today can you write something about danger and fear ?
11 May 2009 at 15:58
Vince said…
sex, drugs, rock n roll - or Ian Dury...surely these would be topics with some juice still left in 'em ...??
11 May 2009 at 16:02
Priyanka Khot said…
I liked the dramatic sky in the photo.

You should write a Bollywood masala film.
11 May 2009 at 18:44
kylie said…
i havent had any decent ideas for ages and ages now so i'm running a competition.
one post to announce it
possibly a post to remind people to enter
one to post the winner

theres at least two posts there, maybe three of four if i stretch it

you could try one on loss maybe
11 May 2009 at 20:39
Brian Miller said…
i understand the feeling on coming up with new ideas at times, while others it seems i can not get them typed fast enough. give us one about your kids...something fun you did recently? quirky they did?
11 May 2009 at 20:51
Candie said…
Really amazing picture!Love it!
11 May 2009 at 22:21
yamini said…
or better still, write about what an ideal life should be, according to you....

The photograph is alluring...
12 May 2009 at 15:46
KL said…
This is a morning picture!!!!!!!!!!!?????????? Woooooowwww.................
12 May 2009 at 23:16
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I will add it to my list!
13 May 2009 at 11:45
Kris McCracken said…
Vince, I am not faring very well on ANY of those fronts lately...
13 May 2009 at 11:45
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, it would have to involve a beautiful Indian princess who encourages two strapping Tasmanian lads to fight over her. Then at the end I’d reveal a (just as) beautiful sister so that everybody sings and dances at the end.
13 May 2009 at 11:45
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, I lost my wedding ring, but I’m not mentioning it...
13 May 2009 at 11:45
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, when I have a moment, I will write about the Mother’s Day Classic.
13 May 2009 at 11:45
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, “quiet”, that is my answer.
13 May 2009 at 11:45
Kris McCracken said…
KL, and a lovely morning it was too.
13 May 2009 at 11:46
Carola said…
Some ideas?! I thought you will never run out of ideas.
What about some questions to your readers. I remember that one with language.
And comics.
And this photo-storys (like this when you had snow in the mountains). Maybe a story about going to the supermarket with the kids. Kris this will be great.
13 May 2009 at 22:36
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, thanks! I have had the flu, so have struggled with creativity.
19 May 2009 at 09:52
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