An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

Cloud and trees and leaves and things. Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. October 2011.

Theme Thursday is back with an all NEW process that suits the Antipodean amongst us!

Of course, when I say NEW I mean back to the way that it used to be.

Do you remember?

Remember how we laughed when the gods offered up the modern form of GEWRINCLOD?

Remember the MYSTERY of that box floating in the river? The one that may (or may not_ have contained body parts?

I certainly know that the tale of those crafty seagulls going about their filthy business on me left an IMPRESSION on many...

A good Theme Thursday topic lets us explore the SURFACE of things; delve into HISTORY; the vampiric tendencies of children on HALLOWEEN; and the fundamental nature of MADness.

Theme Thursday, how we have missed you...

Comments

Roddy said…

Things, things? What kind of things?

20 October 2011 at 19:17

Mrsupole said…

I remember when.....but change is good, especially when it changes the new to include the good about the old.

I do hope everyone likes the new way.

And I miss all the banter back and forth in the comments, that part we have to bring back.

Great clouds and trees hoping for new leaves. The wonder of Nature.

Thanks for joining this weeks TT.

God bless.

21 October 2011 at 02:44

Betsy Brock said…

Yippee for the new old TT! :) I'm back and looking forward to MrsU's leadership. Lovely sky there..and really adorable post for today, too! :)

21 October 2011 at 04:15

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, different things.

Mrsupole, thanks for the effort in reviving it.

Besty, it is back indeed!

1 November 2011 at 14:28

Mad as hell

So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

This will hurt me...

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