This will hurt me...

From high above, it seems evident that Ezra is losing his blond, curly locks.

My apologies to readers on the sub-continent.

I don't know what kind of tree this is, perhaps someone could enlighten me. Whatever it is, it reminds me of AC/DC.

Which leads me to today's Sunday Top Five: the Top Five AC/DC Songs That Remind Me Of The Tree Above!

5: Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution

4: Jailbreak

3: Can I Sit Next To You Girl?

2: Whole Lotta Rosie

1: For Those About To Rock (We Salute You)

Henry is practising his pirating skills at West Beach in Burnie, way back in January.\

At the moment he's good at yelling "AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH", scaling rope ladders, extreme violence, and making a mess; he's less proficient in grog drinking, sea shanties and burying treasure.

Before I start, I want to say that four am is far too early to have to put up with a whining and grizzling 18 month old.

Here's a kookaburra that I snapped sitting on the power lines in Burnie last month. Most Tasmanians don't know that kookaburra's are actually introduced species here in Tasmania. Given that they love to eat snakes, I'm not complaining too much.


Here's a poem.

There's no earthly way of knowing, by Roald Dahl

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction they are going!
There's no knowing where they're rowing,
Or which way they river's flowing!
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing...

An excited little bloke atop Richmond Bridge thinks that he's spotted a runaway convict.

Jennifer is not so sure.

Back when Tasmania was still Van Diemen's Land, a lot of babies died. A lot of babies. Earlier this week I spent my lunch break wandering around St David's Park here in Hobart looking at the gravestones they tore up to make a park. I snapped a few photos off, and noticed the preponderance of children's gravestones. The stones alone tell a bit of a story so I'll keep my mouth shut and let you look.

Here's one from way back in the new year of Hunky Henry trying out the water fountain in Cornelian Bay, while Ez and Jen look on. You know it's an oldie, as the boatsheds to the left of Henry are no longer there, having burned down in [ahem] mysterious circumstances.

For those unfamiliar with Hobart, Cornelian Bay is located on Hobart's western shore, pretty much opposite Geilston Bay.

Sir John Franklin looks up towards a nest of bureaucrats no doubt readying the flak brigades as a State election looms. Franklin was Governor of Van Diemen's Land from 1836 to 1843. It is rather ironic that he spends his days staring at a building filled with civil servants, as they were the ones who eventually got him sacked for the ludicrous ideas of around incorporating more humane elements through reform in the penal colony.

There's been a lot of talk about Franklin recently, which leads me effortlessly into Theme Thursday, and my advice of treating everything you READ with a critical eye.

For instance, if you READ the inscription beneath Franklin (through the seagull poo), you'll find the fact recorded that he "discovered" the Northwest Passage. This, of course, is nonsense. He did disappear (and die eventually, of course), while attempting to chart and navigate a section of the Northwest Passage. Indeed, the entire crew of the expedition succumbed to starvation, hypothermia, tuberculosis, lead poisoning, scurvy and exposure, which pretty much made the whole trip a bummer for everybody involved.

More recently, one of Tasmania's more annoying renowned know-it-alls "intellectuals" [can does one manage a highfalutin inflection in text?], has written a book that I happen to believe is rather dishonest by judging (and condemning) Franklin against mores and ethical standards utterly removed from the proper context of his intentions and actions. I'm all for talking history and attempting to understand decisions and their contexts, but in this regard, take what your READ with a grain of salt.

Look at those eyelashes, they'd put a Hollywood starlet to shame, and it's all natural, baby!

I was thinking about calling this photograph A shag with a little buoy, but feel the title A cormorant with a little buoy might be a little more appropriate, lest anyone confuse me with Bill Henson...

It may not be immediately apparent, but I - and thus my children - have a significant amount of Sicilian blood tracing through my DNA.

Henry has not got it in his skin tone, but my word he has ethnic tendencies when it comes to emotive expression...

One does love a nice pattern in life. Here you can see some of the LEGO metal structures that go into making a rock concert work. I like how they've painted the metal a nice bright silver, it almost makes you forget that they're a bunch of dirty, greasy poles!

Dangerous?

I throw back my head and LAUGH in the face of danger!

I know, I know, another shot of this rope and chain mooring down at Sullivan's Cove.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for the low angle and the morning light.

Note to self: avoid Monday mornings.