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The cure for most obstacles is, "Be decisive".

Rocking out with a... light sabre?

All noble things are as difficult as they are rare.

Octopus's garden? Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. August 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

If you are foolish enough to be contented, don't show it, but grumble with the rest.

Ezra, der Mann lebt an der Unterseite einer Klippe!

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.

Angry crab is... angry. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. July 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Angry crab's house. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. July 2013.

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

Bubbles. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. June 2013. Theme Thursday ? Of course! There is JUBILATION in the nation even when they’re facing castration while avoiding the conflation of causation and damnation. I express a fixation for an excess of flirtation that at its very foundation is a classic formulation of cessation of narration through the privation of starvation and the utter stagnation and frustration of mindless gyration. The feeling of admiration, extreme adoration. Adulation of creation, a negation of temptation. Translation and inflammation, your vocation a vacation. A summation of elation to consternation and fragmentation and immediate detonation (followed by a dissipation and distillation): devastation. JUBILATION? Try ‘deflation’, ‘degradation’. Lubrication? Exclamation! Toleration? Confrontation. Abdication? Germination. Abrogation? Desperation. A classy accusation, a little affectation, a positive affirmation, an allegation, an avocation. ...

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

Formally a crab. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. April 2013. A vintage Sunday Top Five today that I know the whole World has been waiting for. Yes, it is My Top Five Favourite Tracks By English Post-Punk Weirdos, The Fall! Blindness Totally Wired Theme From Sparta FC Reformation The Classical

Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.

Hmmmmm. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. March 2013. Theme Thursday already and there is a nasty little FRAGRANCE about. A stench. A stink. An odour of disrepute. No putrefaction, but something ominous. A bouquet of disagreeableness. A whiff of repugnance and an aura of unpleasantness. And I'm not talking about the fish.

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...

We lavish on animals the love we are afraid to show to people. They might not return it; or worse, they might.

'er indoors outdoors. Bellerive Esplanade , Bellerive. January 2013. A tricky Theme Thursday this week: CONFESSIONS. CONFESSIONS? Here are my CONFESSIONS... 1) I don't rate dogs. 2) If someone tells me I'm "nice", I don't take it as a compliment. 3) I think that people that enjoy the television show Friends must be a bit simple in the head. 4) If I can bring myself to forgive, I really don't forget. 5) Even though it probably isn't true, sometimes I am convinced that collectively, human beings have entered their highest stage of stupidity over the past fifteen years. 6) I have been known to truncate a storybook in the evening to ensure a quicker transition to bed. 7) Sometimes if I say, "It's not you, it's me", I really mean "It's definitely you". 8) Inwardly I judge people who take the elevator rather than the stairs very harshly. 9) I'm more offended by Lord Monckton's supremely rotte...

The most insignificant people are the most apt to sneer at others. They are safe from reprisals.

Ezra carefully makes his way across the geological formations that you'll find around Bellerive Bluff.

We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore.

An erosional feature in a flat sedimentary rock formation. Bellerive, December 2012. Entering Germany: 1944-1949 , Tony Vaccaro: A G.I. took his camera with him into Germany and photographed five months of war and five years of occupational peace. Stark photos and keenly observed text. Stunning. A . Wartime Lies , Louis Begley: An austere recount of a childhood spent by a Jewish boy during the Nazi occupation. A measured, deliberately cold tone throughout results in an emotionally flat narrative that is out of kilter with the content. I really enjoyed this (as much as you can 'enjoy' a Holocaust memoir. The key point around the costs of physically surviving to the psyche of a child is profound. A- . Poo: A Natural History of the Unmentionable , Nicola Davies: C'mon! Everything you ever wanted to know about faeces! Fascinating. A . Conference-Ville , Frank Moorhouse: A slice of life among the Australian academic and political amidst the turmoil of the Whitlam dis...

We know that a man can read Goethe or Rilke in the evening, that he can play Bach and Schubert, and go to his day's work at Auschwitz in the morning.

Flowers. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. September 2012. A special Christmas Sunday Top Five today: My Five Favourite Kids Books That Venture Into Slightly Uncomfortable Territory But Impress The Children Immensely From 2012! Whatever , William Bee Tadpole's Promise , Jeanne Willis and Tony Ross Duck, Death and the Tulip , Wolf Elrbruch The story of the little mole who knew it was none of his business , Werner Holzwarth Poo: A Natural History of the Unmentionable , Nicola Davies and Neal Layton

If we do not maintain justice, justice will not maintain us.

Ezra's legs. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. November 2012. Sunday Stealing: Have You’s and What If’s! 1. Have you anything to confess today? Not really. Perhaps I could admit to doing the vast bulk of my Christmas shopping online. 2. Have you ever broken a law? If so, what was it? Well, I expect that most people do more than they care to admit, be it in relation to road rules, use of varied substances, copyright infringement, unregulated gambling, taxation or some form of sexual practices. I'm surprisingly law-abiding myself. 3. Have you ever committed an act of betrayal against a friend or family member? Betrayal . That’s a bit dramatic. I don’t think so. I always try to conduct myself openly and honestly, so if they’ve ever felt ‘betrayed’ that would more be about them than I. 4. Has someone else done something that, to this day, makes you cringe when you think about them committing the act? This happens all the time. I find a lot of the time I’m scratching my hea...

Every man is rich or poor according to the proportion between his desires and his enjoyments.

Does that smile look genuine to you?

The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.

One day I am going to take the ferry to work. One day. Here is the ferry [I think] MV Jeremiah Ryan cruising its way around Bellerive Bluff. I lost my camera the other day, and I am very down about it.