Photography is about finding out what can happen in the frame. When you put four edges around some facts, you change those facts.

Lights ~~camera action~~. ANZAC Park, Lindisfarne. February 2013.

More questions? Of course! Stolen from Sunday Stealing, as usual. This week: The Back 15 Meme...

15) How do you vent out your anger?

Ranting and raving.

16) Favourite toy as a child?

Some kind of ball, most likely.

17) Favourite season?

I like elements of each, but if I have to choose I'd say Summer.

18) Do you ever get letters delivered by the post office?

Most letters have at some point been processed by the post office...

19) When was the last time you laughed hard?

Good question. I can't specifically remember, but it most likely involved cruelly mocking someone.

20) What is on the floor of your closet?

My shoes.

21) Are you any good at drawing?

Not very good, but I can manage the basics.

22) What did you do last night?

Read and then slept.

23) What are you most afraid of?

Irrelevance.

24) Plain, cheese or spicy hamburger?

Spicy with salad.

25) Favourite dog breed?

I'm not a big fan of dogs, but I don't mind the Deutscher Schäferhund or the Beagle. The Czechoslovakian wolfdog looks pretty cool though.

26) Favourite day of the week?

Fridays are pretty good for me right now.

27) How many states / provinces / countries have you lived in?

Just the one.

28) Diamond or pearl?

Titanium.

29) What is your wish for this new year?

Steady improvement.

30) New year resolutions

Keep on truckin'!

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Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

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There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

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In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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