Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts with the label down south

Anyone who has begun to think, places some portion of the world in jeopardy.

The Neck, Bruny Island. September 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

I used to be indecisive but now I am not quite sure.

The thing about water is that... it's just so... wet.

The one thing I regret is that I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.

Ladybird, ladybird fly away home... Coningham Beach, Southern Tasmania. February 2013. Icons of Design: The 20th Century , Albus Volker: A selection of furniture, accessories, household appliances, vehicles and toys that achieved iconic status over the course of the twentieth century. A great use of text and image, well worth a gander. B . The Wars , Timothy Findley: Fantastic Canadian novel that explores male sensitivity in a World War One setting. I was surprised how much I enjoyed this one. Equal parts beautiful and harrowing. A- . God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything , Christopher Hitchens: Hitchens calmly and succinctly dismantles the notion of 'God' across multiple religons a mixture of personal stories, documented historical anecdotes and critical analysis of religious texts. Fantastic. A- . The Year of the Hare , Arto Paasilinna: A Finnish journalist rescues a wild hare that has been hit by a car, and then walks away from his old life. A paean to ...

In music, one must think with the heart and feel with the brain.

Beach babies. Coningham Beach, Coningham. February 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

A photograph can look any way.

Honestly, this fella has taken to snorkelling like a... Like a... Well, like a... Like a Cousteau to water!

I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.

Something... Somewhere... Out there...

Marriage is a very good thing, but I think it's a mistake to make a habit out of it.

Snug Falls. Snug, southern Tasmania. October 2012. Theme Thursday and again, for a week we are TOGETHER. Just like these photographs are TOGETHER. Henry and Ezra are usually TOGETHER. Jen and I are more often than not TOGETHER. Ice creams and sticky hands. Chocolate and guilt. Sex and death. Bert and Ernie. Wallace and Grommit. Christmas and regret. Flags and racists. Some things just inevitably go TOGETHER. Jen adjusts. Snug Falls, Snug, southern Tasmania. October 2012.

A first-rate soup is more creative than a second-rate painting.

Ezra just doesn't know what to think about it all any more!

We are all going to die. its only a matter of time.

Here we are atop Mount Wellington again, trying to see Antarctica. Unfortunately, the view doesn't extend much beyond the Tasman Peninsula, and the rocks are already obsfucating things as it is. Bloody rocks. You can, however, see the offing . I love the offing . I have another day off, which will mean two three day weeks running. I could get used to a three day week, no worries. Three sleeps to Satan Claws. Are you excited yet?

Perhaps she wasn't even pretty, but she had the glow that makes men follow a woman in the hope of reflecting a little of it.

Stuck at work on my day off and I want someone, anyone - perhaps even this surf rescue boat from Kingston Beach - to come an rescue me!