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Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.

The boys psychologically prepare themselves for the Mother's Day Classic.

Zen does not confuse spirituality with thinking about God while one is peeling potatoes. Zen spirituality is just to peel the potatoes.

Hats are critical. But then again, so is seeing where you're going...

No man is clever enough to know all the evil he does.

Trust Henry to back the gorilla over the plumber in the ménage à trois conflit with a princess...

Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success.

Kopf hoch, mein Kind. Heller Tag voraus!

How glorious it is - and also how painful - to be an exception.

Does it say something about me that I read the dedication on that stone there in a haughty and dismissive tone [i.e. "Hmmph! Yeah, thanks a lot , guy!]?

Man can alter his life by altering his thinking.

This is the point at which Ezra decided that wearing shorts to a winter's morning stroll in South Hobart was an idea that he could not endorse any more. We turned back.

Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.

Ezra takes a little break as we stroll around Derwent Avenue into Lindisfarne. Thankfully, there was no frost that morning...

Jesters do often prove prophets.

It's like Grand Central Station down in Lindisfarne Village on a Sunday Morning....

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.

Riding a horse into a deserted town centre for a high noon shoot-out is so passée. We use scooters now.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

A springtime Sunday morning in Tasmania has its moments of bliss. Clifton Beach, September 2010. Theme Thursday yet again, and the insurgency enters another week... As long-time subscribers of this blog would know, I am a fan of the sunburst. For many in the photographic world, shooting into the sun is a cardinal sin. Well, as Jesus himself said, we are all sinners! Today, this is my sin. You see, for me the sunburst brings a FOUDROYANT tone to proceedings. Honestly, I defy anybody to look at that photograph above and deny the FOUDROYANT quality that exudes from the ‘Heaven and Earth’ composition. This part is easy: Get down low, sand on the knees, make sure that Jen and Ez are in the shot (and Henry isn’t just about to get in the way), check that the aperture is such that the sun isn’t going to blow the whole image out, make sure the cliffs at the far end are in shot, beach = tick, ocean = tick, clouds = tick, = grassy dunes = tick. Take as many shots as possible before everybody m...