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An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.


Another day, another reflection from a puddle of water. Here you can see the tops of the trees out the front of Parliament Lawn, as I meander down right by the waterfront.

ATTENTION!
ACHTUNG!
ATTENZIONE!
ВНИМАНИЕ!
انتبه!
注意！
POZOR!
ATTENTIE!
HUOMIO!
ΠΡΟΣΟΧΗ!
שים לב!
सावधान!
FIGYELEM!
PERHATIAN!
주의!
UZMANĪBU!
توجه!
DİKKAT!


Do not put the cart before the horse.

This is an incorrect application of the technology.

This will render the warranty of your cart null and void.

Moreover, the horse, he does not like it.

THANK YOU!
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Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
What a nice photograph...reflection
Wow!...so many ways to say...Attention!
Hmmm...nice observation there about
the horse and the cart, the cart and the horsee!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
8 August 2009 at 09:45
Tash said…
Splendid photo.
Ali ne razumijem upozorenje.
8 August 2009 at 16:28
Sarah said…
What a impressive photo!
Glad that I can see the persian word of "توجه" in your text ;)
8 August 2009 at 16:32
stromsjo said…
Meandering down under a wintry sky. How cold, in fact?

Here we're looking at 25C today again. At the very least.
8 August 2009 at 16:57
Roddy said…
Have you ever tried stone soup? Do you actually remember stone soup. Quite a tasty dish, with the right ingredients.
9 August 2009 at 16:30
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, horses smell funny too.
10 August 2009 at 08:57
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, пази или неваљала коњ!
10 August 2009 at 08:58
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, do you believe that I speak ALL of those language. Yes, I speak fluent Google Translate...
10 August 2009 at 08:58
Kris McCracken said…
Per, not TOO cold. It was 5°C on my way in this morning. That is par for the course this time of year.
10 August 2009 at 08:58
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it has possum in it, I think.
10 August 2009 at 08:58
Gabor said…
That's one fine shot.
10 August 2009 at 19:32
Kris McCracken said…
Gabor, it was very cold that day.
11 August 2009 at 09:13
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