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It is better to be thought perverse than insincere.


Looking south down along the Tasman Peninsula. Eaglehawk Neck, January 2011.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of people in the world.

First, there are people who annoy me.

Second, there are people who annoy me less.


The Tessellated Pavement glimmers in the morning light. Eaglehawk Neck, January 2011.

I am not sure that I was built for these times…

Comments

Roddy said…
And what are these times my son? Would you prefer the tougher times of 50 years ago, 100 years ago or 10,000 years ago? Or maybe a step into the unknown. The future!
Make the most of what you have. Do the best you can. Confusion will continue to reign.
Dianne said…
I love your photos especially the top pic - just magical. Now I have to go and check my dictionary for perverse...
From one Taurus to another
Nathalie said…
I'm just trying to figure out whether I belong to the first group or the second one.

Perhaps telling you that your photos are gorgeous will put me in the second lot?

(yeah I know this is more ugly politics - highly unlikely to raise your spirits)


:-)))
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I’d struggle without the Internet.

Dianne, in the dictionary, you might find a picture of someone you know!

Nathalie, never the first group. That’s a select grouping for very special people.
Roddy said…
I'm sure my son that you would succeed. Internet or not.

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