I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception.

Ducks! Geilston Bay. September 2013.

Guess what? The Massive Alphabet Meme, part two!

The Letter N

Do you have a nickname?

I have many nicknames.

What is your favourite number?

Number seven (7).

Do you prefer night or day?

Morning!

The Letter O

What is your one wish?

To be left alone.

Are you an only child?

No, I am not.

Do you wish this year was over?

Not in the slightest. It’s only just staring to warm up!

The Letter P

What is one fear that you are most paranoid about?

I’ve no particular fear that I would describe as paranoia. One does worry about the health and wellbeing of Henry and Ezra, but they’re travelling fine.

What personality trait would you look for in someone you wanted to date?

I’m not looking for anyone at the moment. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.

The Letter Q

Are you quick to judge people?

Not really. I am a believer in first impressions though.

The Letter R

Do you think you are always right?

Only when I’m right.

Do you watch reality T.V.?

I can l=think of little worse than ‘reality’ TV.

What is a good reason to cry?

Being eaten by a shark or crocodile wouldn’t be very nice.

The Letter S

Do you prefer sun or rain?

Sun sun sun!

Do you like snow?

I do like snow, but only the nice clean white snow as seen on sunny days with blue skies.

What is your favourite season?

It’s a difficult question, but the older I get, Summer does stand out more.

The Letter T

What time is it?

8:42 am.

What time did you wake up?

A sleep in today: 5:24 am.

When was the last time you slept in a tent?

Too long ago to even remember. I think that it was some time in 1995.

The Letter U

Are you wearing underwear?

Today I am.

Do you open your eyes when under water?

Of course I do! It’s hard to see anything with your eyes closed.

The Letter V

What is the worst veggie?

That’s not a fair question. Anything over boiled is ordinary.

Where do you want to go on vacation?

Somewhere warm and quiet.

What was your last family vacation together?

We went to Boat Harbour, on the sunny Tasmanian Riviera.

The Letter W

What is your worst habit?

I can perhaps be a little too clinical and disregarding of other people’s feelings when discussing a problem.

Where do you live?

Tasmania, which Wikipedia describes as “an island state, part of the Commonwealth of Australia, located 240 kilometres (150 mi) to the south of the Australian continent, separated by Bass Strait.” For completists, Tasmania is the 26th largest island in the world.

The Letter X

Have you ever had an X-ray?

I’ve had a few.

Have you ever seen the X-Games?

I’m not even sure I’ve heard of them. Do you mean the XXX-Games?

Do you own or have you ever played a xylophone?

We’ve had a few xylophones over the years. I can bang out a tune.

The Letter Y

Do you like the colour yellow?

I do like the colour yellow.

What year were you born in?

The year MCMLXXVII.

What do you yearn for most?

Peace and quiet.

The Letter Z

What is your Zodiac Sign?

Taurus. Which is represented by an uncastrated male bovine animal.

Do you believe in the Zodiac?

Not in the slightest.

What is your favourite zoo animal?

That’s a hard question. Anything very different to what I know is always interesting. I found the Kodiak Bears fascinating the last time we went. Such huge paws!

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

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

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.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

This will hurt me...

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