Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt.

There are patterns everywhere you look. Bellerive Beach, December 2010.

As summer rolls around again, there are a number of things that I look forward to. Today's Sunday Top Five lists a few of them: Five Things I Like About Summer!

Trips to the beach! Well, you can go to the beach in winter too, but frolicking in the water is a little less fun...

A few days off! A few days away from work never hurts.

Presents! Satan Claws will visit soon, and who doesn't like getting new stuff?

Fruit! Even though we are a global village these days, nothing beats the range of Tasmanian summer fruit and berries that become available.

Less clothes! I hate being covered up. It's easier to get away with less on when the heat is on.

Comments

Carola said…

Summer is for me:
fresh fruit, long days, less clothes, swimmming outside, sunlight, and all our birthdays.

But here is winter coming, and that meens Christmas, cold, snow, and darkness. That's why here they have this Gemütlichkeit (coziness) with Weihnachtsmarkt and street lights, candles everywhere. I find this to kitchy.

I love summer!

12 December 2010 at 20:02

smudgeon said…

Summer is (for this year) 28 days off between Christmas and February, punctuated with trips to a nearby beach and some darkroom time.

Go Tassie fruit!

12 December 2010 at 21:12

Kris McCracken said…

Carola, We enjoyed Christkindlmarkt in Nürnberg a few years back. Very different to Tasmania. I'd imagine that it would wear thin after a while though!

Me, TWENTY EIGHT! You'll struggle to go back...

13 December 2010 at 11:49

smudgeon said…

Given the decision Tassie parliament made today, going back might result in a short stay before being shipped off to a GBE.

Interesting times...

13 December 2010 at 20:30

Kris McCracken said…

Me, it's back to the future!

14 December 2010 at 09:43

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

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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