This will hurt me...

Here is a blast from the [recent] past: Ezra tickling the ivories [ooh err missus]. I have been trying to encourage a taste for Chopin, but he is veering dangerously into honkeytonk territory. If he stays on this course, he's gonna end up playing in some flea-bitten house of ill repute somewhere in East Baton Rouge.

Another day, another shot of the surface of the water. Yes, it is the Derwent River again! In my world, it seems that the terrible twos have mutated into the wretched threes early, and we have one junior Idi Amin - only with less concern for others - on our hands. It makes for a pleasant day. I suppose that it could be worse, he could be Roman Polanski. If he were Roman, however, at least we could on Hollywood to stand by him ! It's a good thing that Polanski only raped a young girl, and not anything to do with dogs . The public's forgiveness has its limits, you know!

Last time I posted one from this series, I copped some flak for comparing Henry to Audrey Hepburn, the implication being that he will resent it. I've taken that on board, so this time I will say that Henry reminds me of Audrey Tautou .

Barbed wire seems to be a theme around the Battery Point area. It seems that once the middle classes decided to slum it, and they managed to shift the riff raff out, they are hell bent on keeping them out for good. Here is Shed Number Two on a grey old day. Personally, I think that razor wire would be far more effective...

Step aside Paris Hilton, we have a new diva in town! Every day, in every way, Ez just keeps getting better and better.

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 nerds hunks 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: fish the 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 Back when Generation X hadn’t been superseded by the vacuous, self-absorbed nitwits of Generation Y (why indeed), the kids used to say reality bites .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 th

Here's one from a couple of months ago of a still-hairy Henry. Actually, he starting to get a little hairy again. This morning, I got him up out of bed, did a double take and thought to myself "how did this pale Che Guevara end up here?"

More boats, but this time a blue sky! Here is the view alongside the May Queen , Australia’s oldest sail trading vessel! Launched during the heady days of June, in 1867. Of course, this was not a good month for Emperor Maximilian I of Mexico, who found out that his hefty bribe to the firing squad not to shoot him in the head wasn't honoured! Honestly, when a bribe to your firing squad is ignored, who can you trust?

Here is Australia's littlest hobo having a nap. Isn't he adorable? Even moreso given that he isn't a) whining; b) covered in snot and drool; c) screeching; d) pulling my hair; or e) poking me in the eye.

Here is one from last week. Yes, more rigging set against an ominous sky. Like the weather, I am predictable if nothing else! That said, today I have been treated - incredibly - by a clear blue sky and a nip in the air that suggests the rain may have abated for a while. It has, however, left its mark with the water across the whole waterfront area a lovely shade of brown ( pictures at 10 ). For a second there I was confused, thinking that I was strolling along the Yarra River! In this, the existential melodrama of life took a decidedly Lynchian twist (without any bald midgets).

Here is the stark reality of alienation as seen from the eastern side of the wall. Brother set against brother is unfortunately as old as time itself...

Here is one of the surviving branches down on Salamanca Lawns this morning. I reckon that it has rained pretty much non-stop for the past three days. Indeed, talk of the weather has garnered Tasmania a few headlines this morning . We enjoyed a few hours without electricity yesterday, delightfully coinciding with a feverish desire on behalf of two littlies for DVDs that only the most innovative use of Duplo could quench.

Here you can see Dear Little Henry and Dear Little Ezra separated by the infamous Berlin Wall . You might be surprised to find that the Berlin Wall had a section built from wooded lattice, and indeed that Henry and Ezra were around to see it. You can tell that the photo is an authentic old one in the way that it is in black and white. Obviously, it was taken from the perspective of the east, where everything was painted grey, and colour photographs were expressly forbidden.

Three buildings in a line, all showcasing the progression of office buildings across the past 150 years. This was taken on the corner of Davey and Macquarie. How about a Sunday Top Five? My Top Five Teams In The Australian Football League! 1: Essendon . The Bombers remain my team. A return to the finals was a welcome relief from a few barren years. 2: Geelong . I did enjoy their win yesterday. The Cats go about it the right way. 3: Richmond . Maybe it's pity, but I still have a soft spot for the Tigers. That said, they used to be my default soft spot team, but their sustained mediocrity ineptitude - coming up to thirty years now - has whittled away what little respect pity I have for them. 4: ... 5: [ahem] To be honest, I pretty much dislike the rest. I'm drawing a blank for any teams that I might have a positive inclination towards. The best I can give you is a list of those I don't actively dislike ; step forward Melbourne , Fremantle , Adelaide and (depending on my m