Politics is but the common pulse-beat, of which revolution is the fever-spasm.

Ummmm. Theme Thursday you say? A tricky one.

As ever, I have chosen the photo before making myself aware of the theme. It keeps the challenge up. This one is not too tricky though...

The theme today is FLIGHT, and when you say flight, the word that immediately comes to me does not evoke birds, wind or airports; it is the cold, hard truth of reality. Here, two typical Tasmanian CSIRO-employed nerdshunks are taking a well earned lunch break from their daily humdrum reality of, I dunno, measuring seagull farts. Re-creating Hemingway’s allegorical commentary on his philosophy of Manhood – The Old Man and the Sea – these two epitomes of manhood are locked in a desperate battle of wills with nature’s greatest beast: fishthe ego.

For the most part, reality is a bummer. Back when Generation X hadn’t been superseded by the vacuous, self-absorbed nitwits of Generation Y (why indeed), the kids used to say reality bites. It bites especially hard when you’re stuck at work. So dudes like those above choose escape. They choose FLIGHT from the dismal reality of wage slavery in the form of impaling worms on hooks and, impaling fish on worms.

Whatever gets you through the night fellas.

I choose cameras. Lunchtime for me typically involves wandering around aimlessly with a camera looking for something to shoot (in a photographic sense). For one, it stops the drive towards wandering around looking for something to shoot (in a literal sense).

Thus, my daily FLIGHT often involves clandestinely observing, and sometimes recording, the daily FLIGHTs of others.

It’s a living.