This will hurt me...

Rock on. Spring Beach, Orford. July 2012. Someday. Yes, it might come. Some day. One day. Maybe. maggie and milly and molly and may , e e cummings maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as the world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

Don't rock the boat Ezra. Get on with it!

One day those cliffs will fall. Until then...

Windy.

The gang's all here. Spring Beach, Orford. July 2012. It's a challenging Q and A for a bloke that has barely watched a movie in the past ten years with the glory that is The Movie Time Meme , once again stolen from Sunday Stealing. Thankfully, a large portion of my life pre-children was dedicated to watching films! 1. What is your all-time favourite movie costume? John Hurt’s get-up in The Elephant Man is pretty good. 2. What classic film would you nominate for a remake? If a film is a ‘classic’, it seems rather pointless to ‘remake’ it, wouldn’t you think? Watch the original! 3. Name your favourite femme fatale. Jessica Rabbit. 4. Name the best movie title. I like the simplicity of Jaws . That said, I have some time for the expansive The Assassination of Jesse James... 5. Describe the worst performance by a child actor that you’ve ever seen. It’s not really a short list, is it? Generally I would opt for any child with bright red hair that is aiming for ‘cu...

Three blokes under a cliff minding their own business. Spring Beach, Orford. Tasmania's East Coast. July 2012. It's a very special Theme Thursday today, but one filled with many DISTRACTIONS. It is young Ezra's birthday today, you see. Yes, my dear little baby boy is FOUR ! FOUR! Where did the time go? That's the problem with time. Life is so full of DISTRACTIONS that you sometimes fail to notice that every second time is ticking away and suddenly it's 2012, you're thirty-five years old and your teeny-weeny baby is FOUR. It doesn't seem that long ago that he was a mere 27 seconds old an in his mother's arms (you can click here and view the original post ). Or the time on his first birthday when he tried to eat the candle (you can see that post here ). Or the time on his second birthday when he nearly took off because of all the balloons he was holding ( click to see that here )? Or even the day of his third birthday, where we demonst...