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I don't want to be a passenger in my own life.

This is the bloke who can eat his own weight in berries. [ He has form. ]

I loved her, but I told her I did no

The water is off. Nutgrove Beach, Sandy Bay. December 2012. I do believe that I am entering my prime ... Exile , Donald Hall A boy who played and talked and read with me Fell from a maple tree. I loved her, but I told her I did not, And wept, and then forgot. I walked the streets where I was born and grew, And all the streets were new.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

Whose house? [SAY WHAT?] Ezra's house!

I haven't any sort of plans for the future but I reckon things will work out in some manner.

One month after some other bushfire. Primrose Sands, the Forestier Peninsula. February 2013. The Road , Cormac McCarthy: Heartbreaking post-apocalyptic tale of father and son. Not much more than you can say than it is an emotionally shattering fable yet. Cold, hard and painful. Wonderful! A+ . Nabokov's Quartet , Vladimir Nabokov: A collection of four of Nabokov's short stories, published late in his life. I really liked the first one, which offers a lovely psychological depiction of a flawed fellow in a tricky situation. Two others I enjoyed, another less so. Decent. C+ .

It's sometimes better to pretend I don't hear the sound of somebody in the nearby woods with a shotgun.

Hot and cold?

I have not killed anyone. They will not let me.

The view from the back door. Geilston Bay. March 2013. Theme Thursday and the SHAPES that come to mind all, for some reason, look like flames. It gets a little warmer. Geilston Bay. March 2013. Yes, SHAPES like that above. That was the view from the backyard yesterday afternoon. Getting in the washing while watching the flames whipping up behind the house is an interesting thing. Night-time. Geilston Bay. March 2013.

For many men, the acquisition of wealth does not end their troubles, it only changes them.

Twenty dollars for whoever can guess what he's thinking...

It is more fitting for a man to laugh at life than to lament over it. 

Summer is coming to an end. Primrose Beach, Primrose Sands. February 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Wordless Wednesday, Primrose Sands, beautiful water, lovely sights, Hobart in the Summer, Primrose Beach, boats,

If you wished to be loved, love.

One of these people does not need a wetsuit...

If you don't change, then what's the point of anything happening to you?

Old boilers. Shag Bay, January 2013. Sunday Stealing: The Basically Obscure Meme-Part 2 21: Would you swear in front of your parents? Habitually. 22: Which continents have you been on? Australia, Asia (briefly) and Europe. 23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories? I was seasick once. It was 1988. Very rough weather. 24: Why did you name your blog whatever you named your blog? Because it is true. 25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checked pants? None of the above. 26: What was your favourite cartoon growing up? Post a picture if you can. 27: In a past life I must have been a... Radical firebrand. Probably martyred. 28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be? That's too hard. I'd always like the option to switch. If forced, it wouldn't likely be a city. 29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on? Hobart to Sydney to Bangkok to London. About 24 hours all up. I ca...

Honesty is the rarest wealth anyone can possess, and yet all the honesty in the world ain't lawful tender for a loaf of bread.

I believe that this one is called Weeping Willow With Worrisome Wombat .

Forget sex or politics or religion, loneliness is the subject that clears out a room.

The last races of the season. Boats on the Derwent Estuary, as seen from the rocks at the bottom of Bellerive Bluff. February 2013. I shall plead for your forgiveness on today's post. The dual forces of illness, work deadlines and the unwavering challenge of two loud children have made it a little too hard of late...

It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar. 

Mr Krabs? Is that you...?

Is there anything in the world more annoyingly creepy than an unspoken dress code? 

Looking south. Mount Wellington. January 2013. Sunday Top Five . 1848 1945 1789 1683 1989 .