This will hurt me...

A little bit of kelp has found its way ashore. Seven Mile Beach, September 2010. Finally ! Saturday has arrived and with any luck, Jen will have a car again soon. With it, the wonderful world of the beach will be unlocked to us again! To celebrate, here is a poem: A Little Called Pauline , by Gertrude Stein A little called anything shows shudders. Come and say what prints all day. A whole few watermelon. There is no pope. No cut in pennies and little dressing and choose wide soles and little spats really little spices. A little lace makes boils. This is not true. Gracious of gracious and a stamp a blue green white bow a blue green lean, lean on the top. If it is absurd then it is leadish and nearly set in where there is a tight head. A peaceful life to arise her, noon and moon and moon. A letter a cold sleeve a blanket a shaving house and nearly the best and regular window. Nearer in fairy sea, nearer and farther, show white has lime in sight, show a stitch of ten. Count, count more so...

The lonely sponge. Seven Mile Beach, September, 2010. Theme Thursday again, and seemingly without REASON I have chosen the above photograph, taken on our visit on a wet and windy day last Sunday, to get out of the house and avoid killing each other commemorate Father’s Day. I say that I post without REASON, but as is the case each Theme Thursday, I can manufacture a REASON no trouble . You see, all (or at least, one of the things) REASON is “a statement presented in justification or explanation of a belief or action.” It can also refer to “ Logic , or a premise of an argument.” Thus my REASON – as in justification or logic – is that age old adage: because . Because on Theme Thursday I need to post something . Because for some REASON unbeknownst to me I have appeared to have locked myself into the twice-a-day ( three times on Tuesday) cycle that obsessive compulsive disorder prevents me from breaking. Therefore, you get a sponge on a beach from the south of Tasmania. You don’t n...