This will hurt me...

Cat's tails? Gellibrand Point, South Arm Peninsula. June 2013 . Sunday Top Five ? Okay. The Five Best Things About Our Car Smash Yesterday! 1. Nobody got hurt. 2. A fantastic lesson regarding the importance of car seats and restraints (where nobody got hurt). 3. The bloke that smashed into the back of us (and completely wrecked the car) took full responsibility. This *should* ease the whole insurance song and dance. 4. Henry, Ezra and I riding in back of a police care. 5. Finding a pumpkin in the back of said police car.

Ground control to Major Tom. South Arm Peninsula. August 2013. We're sending poems to outer space. Let's see if the aliens like them. Directive , Robert Frost Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather, There is a house that is no more a house Upon a farm that is no more a farm And in a town that is no more a town. The road there, if you'll let a guide direct you Who only has at heart your getting lost, May seem as if it should have been a quarry— Great monolithic knees the former town Long since gave up pretense of keeping covered. And there's a story in a book about it: Besides the wear of iron wagon wheels The ledges show lines ruled southeast-northwest, The chisel work of an enormous Glacier That braced his feet against the Arctic Pole. You must not mind a certain coolness from him Still said to haunt this side of...

Sunday stroll. Gellibrand Point, South Arm Peninsula. June 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Family portrait. Gellibrand Point, South Arm Peninsula. June 2013. Hen and Ez lead the way. Gellibrand Point, South Arm Peninsula. June 2013.

Plotters. Hope Beach, South Arm Peninsula. May 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... What the Night Sky Would Look Like If the Other Planets Were as Close as the Moon. Australia's universities: from elite institutions to degree factories? What if Barbie Looked Like a Real Woman? Inequality, health and well-being: time for a national debate. When someone close to you dies, the very fabric of your life is ripped to shreds. Is philosophy any consolation? Clive James – a life in writing.

Hank. Have you spotted any partisans yet?

Sand. Hope Beach, South Arm Peninsula. June 2013. Theme Thursday and I am a bit pressed for time. You see, I am about to take a JOURNEY. A JOURNEY away from my current job and return to the ever-loving bosom of the bureaucracy. Yes, the public service is sweetly calling me back. Not long now, my darling. Not long now…

Your challange today is to... ... spot Henry .

Jen on the rocks (taken from the ice cold water). Clifton Beach. May 2013. Another Q and A pilfered from Sunday Stealing. This week I am dreaming, with the IF I WON 100 MILLION DOLLARS.... meme. What kind of car would you buy? Do they drive themselves yet? Where in the country would you move to? Somewhere warm and near a beach. What kind of house would you buy? A decent-sized one with good soundproofing. Would you give your family any money? If they promise to leave me alone. What charity would you donate to? None of them. I might find some microcredit organisation to help out. Would you give your friends any money? Do they have a convincing business plan? Where would you go on vacation? Everywhere! World tour... What luxury item would you buy first? I would enquire about top notch cameras, diving gear, kayaks and perhaps get a quote for a sauna. Would it change your life? Bloody oath would! Would you save any of it? I'm a saver by...

They opted out of a swim that day...

One Henry. On the rocks. Shaken, not stirred.

Looking forwards... ...Looking back.

Coming back. Hope Beach, South Arm Peninsula. May 2013. No falcons, but quite a few gulls... The Second Coming , William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand; A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what roug...

Six kilometres down Henry, another one to go...

Shot Tower. Bonnet Hill, Hobart. May 2013. Still going on the Sunday Stealing Q and A: The 5000 Question Meme Continues... Part Six 131. Can you identify any of the following lyrics? A: Nothing to kill or die for... John Lennon's Imagine , one of the more absurd records ever made. B: Late comings with the late comin' stretcher... A far more likely scenario! 911 is a Joke by Public Enemy. C: I could make a film and make you my star... I'm going to have to plead ignorance on this one. Shot Tower, from the inside. Bonnet Hill, Hobart. May 2013. 132. Are you worried about North Korea? Not in the slightest. Until it's confirmed that they had an apocalyptic religious nutjob in charge, they're not much of a threat. They don't even have air cover! 133. Would you rather be a world political leader or a talk-show host? Neither, really. If you held a gun to my head: give me the talk show. 134. Have you ever given someone a love letter that you wr...

Is that a bunyip?

Have you ever picnicked on a rock? We have.

Dead fish. Hope Beach, South Arm Peninsula. April 2013. 100 Days in Photographs: Pivotal Events That Changed the World , Nick Yapp: A stunning collection, if a little US-centric. B+ . The Body in the Library , Agatha Christie: A dated little murder mystery. By the numbers. C . The Inheritors , William Golding: A fantastically-rendered and irredeemably sad tale of the extinction of one of the last remaining Neanderthal tribes at the hands of the more advanced (yet malevolent) Homosapiens . The final chapter nails the tragedy of it all beautifully. A . After the Quake , Haruki Murakami: An odd little collection inspired by the 1995 Kobe earthquake. Uneven, but worthy. B . Marry Me , Dan Rhodes: I do love every new Dan Rhodes release. Marry Me is no different. Equal parts sour, bleak whimsy and savage whimsy inspired by the concept of marriage. As black as coal and funny as hell. I loved it. A .

Look! He moves like Jagger!

Autumn bodyboarding #1. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. May 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... Ridiculous Indie Rock Band Photos. An exploration of gendered book covers. Tax obscene profit levels? Mandness! The Invention of David Bowie. Autumn bodyboarding #2. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. May 2013. There’s a growing unease in modern society with the line between disease and difference. The New Yorker traces the historical roots of how we define disease – and how we gave doctors the power to decide. ‘The line between sickness and health, mental and otherwise, is not biological but social and economic,’ he writes. How is this for an opening paragraph? "This is the saddest moment in my 45 year career of studying,...

I'm an union man. Opossum Bay, South Arm Peninsula. March 2013. Wordless Wednesday. You don't get me, I'm part of the union. Opossum Bay, South Arm Peninsula. March 2013.