What is it with little boys and their obsession with gathering sticks?
Phallogocentrism?
An innate yearning for creative destruction?
Instinctive warlike tendencies?
A fondness for sticks?
Answers on a postcard…
Lost inside an adorable illusion and I cannot hide, I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside, we could've made it cruising, yeah.
Yes it is Theme Thusday again, and today we are talking GLASS . I've three possible hooks to hang my [glass] hat on with this theme. First, the photo! Yes, it is the river again from an odd angle in an interesting light. You can just make out the bottom, which should tell you that I'm right on the shore. In some ways, the distortion of the stones below the surface reminds me of ye olde glass windows, what they call "cylinder blown sheet glass". You can still find some of this around Hobart these days. Thw second link comes from a trip I took to Venice a few years back. You're probably aware that Venice was (is?) a glass-making centre of excellence. If you have ever been there and taken the tour of the glass factories, you might be familiar with the sheer amount of coloured glass that sits at the bottom of the water there. These fragments of glass have been worn down and had their edges dulled by their time in the water, which makes them ample keepsakes for the ...
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I guess my sticks are a little larger. They are logs.
Though he did end up putting most of the wood to good use when he taught himself to build cubby houses.
And yes Roddy...your sticks are bigger. I have seen the photos!!!
Sue, has he been sending you those photos too?
Thrilling stuff...
The gathering possibly arises from our need to build shelters for our families.