If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

Showcasing the excellent zoom on my camera, this snap was taken laying flat on my back underneath a very tall tree. The leaf in question was very near to the top, a good seven or so metres away. I quite like this one.

Here is a poem based upon an unfortunate experience that I had just last Sunday evening...

To find a poo

To find a poo
is a shock.
"Whose poo are you?"

Looking hither,
looking thither.
The culprit remains

at large.

Comments

yamini said…

Kris, You have the rare knack of mixing rare with common and coming up with something extraordinary. Please keep it up.

The zoom seems to be excellent, the leaf photograph was beautiful, especially with all its details.

And that poem on Poo, "Thought-provoking", really!!!!!

6 May 2009 at 14:53

Priyanka Khot said…

Haaahahahahhaha a poem about poo

Now that is an issue that the UN, EU, ASEAN and their likes should take up. :-)

6 May 2009 at 15:35

Babzy.B said…

excellent image ! and funny poem :)

6 May 2009 at 17:12

SH -ic said…

haha.. big man

6 May 2009 at 18:05

KL said…

I really like your this modern verse very well. Short, nice and interesting.

Yes, you indeed have a nice camera and that is why all those pics are so lovely (I thought of teasing you, but then naah...let go...)

6 May 2009 at 20:55

That is the chicken said…

A poo-em in response to your posting.

The Elusive snark (poo)

You seek him here
you seek him there
but Mr. Mystery Pooper's
not anywhere!

For he is the unknown poo!
The mystery poo,
The master of poopy disguise -
That's him!

So beware!

7 May 2009 at 11:43

Kris McCracken said…

That is the Chicken, I have found the culprit, and they shall remain nameless.

8 May 2009 at 11:23

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, poo draws a family together.

8 May 2009 at 11:24

Kris McCracken said…

Priyanka, the WHO care about POO!

8 May 2009 at 11:24

Kris McCracken said…

Babzy, it wasn't funny when I found it.

8 May 2009 at 11:24

Kris McCracken said…

One Planet, I am used to poo by now.

8 May 2009 at 11:24

Kris McCracken said…

KL, it is hard to do a long poem on the bus.

8 May 2009 at 11:25

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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