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Ezra can't jump puddles.

Nice day for a swim? Fossil Cove/ Soldiers Point, Tinderbox. May 2013. Sunday Top Five ? Anagrams For What? Cracker Ranch Enzyme. Crazy Manner Checker Chance Remark Cry Zen Cancer Czar Reek Hymn A Charmer Neck Cry Zen

Snow Gum, Eucalyptus pauciflora. Lake Dobson, Mount Field National Park. April 2013. Marry me. Go on, I dare you to. To Friends behind a Frontier , Tomas Transtromer I I wrote so meagrely to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky. II The letter is now at the censor's. He lights his lamp. In the glare my words fly up like monkeys on a grille, rattle it, become still, and bare their teeth. III Read between the lines. We'll meet in 200 years when the microphones in the hotel's walls are forgotten and can at last sleep, become trilobites.

A backward 2 and ½ somersaults with 2 and ½ twists in the piked position. In a storm.

So Christmas is done and dusted for another year. All we have left is to get out in the water, catch us a few fresh Orcinus orcas , fire up the barbie and we’ve got ourselves a traditional Tasmanian New Year Hāngi! Get to it Henry!

Cranky Hanky slowly carves his way through the scrub to the wonders of Seven Mile Beach…

I'm continuing to use up my stockpiled winter photographs, a foggy morning down by the waterfront can be seen above. That said, the morning THIS fine September morning is bright and clear, with the sound of the washing machine doing its magic as the line steadily fills up today. Indeed, I expect it to be filled with handkerchiefs alone, judging by the past week around these parts! Time for the Sunday Top Five . I thought I'd go a little educational today, and list the Top Five Moneyspinners For The Tasmanian Economy ! Tasmania has a reasonably diverse economy with lots of different exporters. In the main, we export to Asia, and Japan being easily our largest single receiver of goods and services. 1. Processed metals : here it is all about zinc and aluminium. 2. Tourism : and growing. As soon as Henry and Ezra hit H B ollywood, it will only grow more. 3. Manufacturing : a broad brush, I know, but we're talking here about textiles, marine machinery, automotive components, hea...

Yes, that's right, Henry climbed all the way up this slight incline mound hill mountain all by himself . He had plenty of motivation. Word on the streets that some old hag pop princess Madonna was spotted in the Lindisfarne area trying to buy stray kids. Given my keeness for early retirement, he better hope that I don't run into her.

I love the river with a bit of dark cloud, the threat of rain and a hint of menace. It always makes for an interesting image. The thing that I miss most about my home town of Burnie is the regular appearance of torrential rain and intense storms with plenty of thunder and lightning. We just don't get enough thunder and lightning here in Hobart, and I demand that somebody do something about it!

Work schmerk! Here is a closer look down towards the south eastern shore of the Derwent.

My apologies for the lack of commentary today, but I thought I’d share the pictures from yesterday's rather extraordinary day of weather . Here is the view south, down towards Antarctica at lunchtime. Compare it to the week before to get a sense of the haze. The wearisome excuse is that old chestnut: work . Yes, work is again out of hand and Monday is a Australia Day , where we are supposed to think about stuff like red dirt, grit, courage, determination and all that gear, but in reality it increasingly involves a bunch of pissed idiots in singlets draped in the [horrible] Austalian flag fighting and flashing their breasts. Consequently, the pressure is on to finish things on Friday.

...Now bear in mind that we began out ascent of the great behemoth at 10:43 . We reached the summit at 10:59 . The snow started to fall at 11.10 . Our decision to abort the mission and leave in the face of gale force winds and increasing snowfall (as evidenced in the top photograph), was taken at 11:23. It was at this point that Henry turned to me and said - in a French accent, oddly - "Daddy, Henry a bit cold". So we headed back. Here is the view from Henry's window as we endeavoured to manoeuvre our way out of the pickle we found ourselves in. Even the normally stoic Elmo was a little perturbed by the tempest that had arisen around us. I will not lie to you, there were tears. A quick slap in the face from Henry calmed me down however, and we made our way gingerly back down to civilisation (via the bakery). To emphasise the shifts in weather, the photograph below was taken at 11:41, just eighteen minutes after the one at the top of the post. Finalmente! Having learned o...