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Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen. The majority of them weren't even mammals.

Oh buoy. Geilston Bay. April 2013. Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, The Final Part Two 86. Name one thing that turns your stomach: Rampart inequity. 87. What was the last thing you paid for? Some apples. 88. Are you a coupon clipper? No, but I am open to the concept. 89. Get anything good in the mail recently? Nobody sends me anything. 90. Which would you rather take as a gym class... dancing, sailing, karate, or bowling? Of that selection, probably sailing. 91. In Star Trek people 'beam' back and forth between different places. What this means is they stand in a little tube and their molecules are deconstructed and sent to another tube somewhere else where they are reassembled. Only problem is when the molecules are deconstructed the person is dead. When they are put back together it is only a clone that has all the dead person's memories. Is the person who gets beamed the same person on both ends? Ummmmmmm... Perhaps... [Slowly moves toward th...

Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.

Lost at sea. The Derwent River. Somewhere near Lindisfarne, April 2011. Need. Want. Ought . Ought. Want. Need. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Need. Know. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want. Know. Need. Want. Want. Want.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

I was thinking about calling this photograph A shag with a little buoy , but feel the title A cormorant with a little buoy might be a little more appropriate, lest anyone confuse me with Bill Henson...

Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.

A couple of buoys, waiting for some girls, down in Sullivan's Cove. There are boats everywhere in Hobart at them moment. Sameness , by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Over all hilltops is peace in all the treetops you feel barely a breeze; The birds in the forest have stopped their song Wait, before long you too will be still.