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Henry teases those waves just a little too much with his hops and jumps. Consider it a lesson learned!

Rocky outcrop times two. Storm Bay as seen from Eaglehawk Neck, January 2011. It’s a lovely part of the world, Tasmania. If you’ve not been here, I might ask “why not?” My Mouth Hovers Across Your Breasts , by Adrienne Rich My mouth hovers across your breasts in the short grey winter afternoon in this bed we are delicate and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves tough and delicate we play rings around each other our daytime candle burns with its peculiar light and if the snow begins to fall outside filling the branches and if the night falls without announcement there are the pleasures of winter sudden, wild and delicate your fingers exact my tongue exact at the same moment stopping to laugh at a joke my love hot on your scent on the cusp of winter

I call this: Ampelmännchen strides in amongst the dunes .

'Lest We Forget' on July 22, 1939. Ummm, did anything else happen around that time? St Johns Park, New Town. February 2010. Transparent Things by Vladimir Nabokov is one of the master’s late works. It is ostensibly the tale of an odd American, and the memory of his four trips to a small village in Switzerland over the course of his life. The narrative provides an opportunity for reflection on this fellow’s turbulent life. Moreover, it affords the author the occasion to demonstrate a little literary flourish and walk the reader through themes of time, love, authorship, and the metaphysics of memory. As such, it can be a little hard going. There’s a vivid description of the struggle our protagonist has in climbing up part of a mountain (to reach a ski lift). It very much resembles the task of grasping Nabokov’s thematic exertions. It’s a well constructed piece, but a little too clever by half. Although characterisation is one of the author’s great strengths, the experimental ing

Henry and Jen = nil. Crabs = two.

It’s a TRAP! Princes Park, Battery Point. January 2011. If you really want to know more, see below. If you don’t, please join me in humming the theme from the film The Great Escape …

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They built this wall around the boxes. Bus stop on Campbell Street, Hobart. January 2011. Australia Day? BAH! All these flags everywhere… PFFT! In my day, we used to think the Australian flag embarrassing (what, with it being dominated by someone else’s flag . Mind you, I remain unconvinced by some of the proposed alternatives… As presented before me, I shall be backing the demand to replace this insipid attempt: …with this submission for a fellow with great form on the design front , Mr Ken Done: If one would permit me a few minor alterations, I would suggest knocking that blue down a touch (indeed, opting for Prussian Blue instead), and make the yellow more golden, (like the Crayola colour Sunglow ). Yeah, it’s a little like the European Union flag, but it’s a damn sight better than having someone else’s monstrosity plastered all over the place. Even better, not a kangaroo – nor the colour green – in sight!

They say thar be GOLD in them thar dunes. They say them that be findin' them thar GOLD be a'cursed for all thar dyin' dayes! The curse of UNTOLD WEALTH !

The sand is warm. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2011. I am at work and not at the beach. This causes me no end of sorrow. In times of sorrow, I tend to console myself with questions. Today, those questions include: Where does the law stand when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant? How do sign writers manage when they go on strike? What do they do at their protests? What did Tim Hardin have against carpenters? If one is 'expecting the unexpected’, isn’t the unexpected being expected expected? Shouldn’t it be 'expecting the expected’? Has there ever actually been a ‘civil’ war? If one synchronised swimmer is drowning, what is the correct protocol for her colleagues? Correct answers will be rewarded with three hearty cheers and a slap on the back.

Fancy girls push me in the bottom.

Hobart is well endowed with car parks. Argyle Street Car Park, Argyle Street. January 2011. Hobart is indeed well endowed with car parks. We have more car parks than you can poke a stick at. We have so many car parks, that people never stop complaining that we don’t have enough car parks. The problem with car parks, you see, is that you build car parks and more people get a car to park. The more people with a car to park, the more car parks we need. Then , the more car parks there are, more people get a car that they need to park. Therefore, you build more car parks. So you build more car parks, and even more people will get a car that they need to park. There’s a kind of witchcraft at work, and not even the first law of thermodynamics can stop it. Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car parks require cars. ↓ Cars require car parks. ↓ Car pa

Henry has his heart set on his very own yacht. It might take a while, mate… If you were to own a yacht, where might you sail?

Up close and personal. Some kind of flower, Tasman Peninsula, January 2011. I’ve been getting right into the face on numerous flowers of late (as I’m sure you’ve noticed). Initially I was chasing the elusive bumblebee, but in time I came to recognise the sheer amount of interest that can be found in a simple flower. Which leads me to today’s Sunday Top Five: Flowers Wot I Like ! Viola tricolor hortensis Eucalyptus globulus Helianthus annuus Strelitzia Dillwynia cinerascens Now it’s your turn: what do you like, who have I missed?