This will hurt me...

I ran. I ran so far away. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. August 2013. This Theme Thursday I am thinking that if I were a LIP, which LIP would I be? Labium superius oris is nice, but Labium inferius oris is surely only inferius in nóminis only. The cupid's bow has autant de charme and the tuberculum labii superioris the kind of stout reliability only found in Hungarian washerwomen Golden Retrievers. I am told that women are attracted to men with masculine LIPS. That is, LIPS that are not too big or not too small, can chop firewood and know where and when to take her in hand. So if I were a LIP, I'd be a proud LIP. A LIP worth loving. A LIP worth loving, living and dying for.

A bird on a wire. Sandy Bay, July 2011. Another day. More rain. Not good. Very bad. Very sad. Very tired. Oh well. Another day. Still a bird on a wire. Sandy Bay, July 2011.

Before I start, I want to say that four am is far too early to have to put up with a whining and grizzling 18 month old. Here's a kookaburra that I snapped sitting on the power lines in Burnie last month. Most Tasmanians don't know that kookaburra's are actually introduced species here in Tasmania. Given that they love to eat snakes, I'm not complaining too much. Here's a poem. There's no earthly way of knowing , by Roald Dahl There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way they river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing...