This will hurt me...

Ten. Geilston Bay Road, Geilston Bay. August 2013. Theme Thursday ? WACKY? Get this: Tony Abbott is likely to be the Australian Prime Minister this time next week. There's wacky for you. My sides are splitting.

Two fool-proof hiding places! Derwent Avenue walking path, Lindisfarne. March 2012. Bear with me for a MOMENT… Theme Thursday has come around and I am kind-of trapped in the MOMENT. You know what I mean, it happens now and again. A MOMENT slows down and it, well, not quite pauses but it floats . It lingers and it exists for much more than a mere MOMENT. For that MOMENT, everything stops. Sound stops. Movement stops and even though it probably isn’t really more than a MOMENT or even a fraction of a MOMENT, it feels real (really-real? Hyper-real?) for much, much more than a MOMENT. It’s like the first time that you decided that you were going to lean in and kiss her. You steel yourself and prepare yourself for the MOMENT. But it itself is a MOMENT and you don’t want to be lost in the MOMENT but the point of such a MOMENT is to get lost in the MOMENT. Are you following me?

It's all about your perspective. Marieville Esplanade looking up Napoleon Street, the Sandy Bay/Battery Point border. July 2011. I always think that if you find yourself out and about armed with a camera and don't come home with dirty knees, you haven't done all that you can do in pursuit of a halfway decent photograph. Granted, the older I get the more difficult it is to get back up without straining some muscle somewhere or dislocating a kneecap, but are we not supposed to suffer for our art? Now I'm not talking about nailing one's old fellow to a two by four or self flagellation atop a canvas. I just mean get down in the dirt and check out those parallel lines. Tired of another photo of the clouds? Try it lying flat on your back. You might be surprised at what you see if you mix you angles up a bit.

Dusk closes in on Geilston Bay. East Derwent Highway, looking north. April 2011. I know that it's clichéd right now to give 'em a kick, but the majority of public servants really do seem to have no clue about where their level of workplace entitlements and conditions sit in relation to the rest of the world... Please note that I say this - for the moment - as a public servant myself. Evening Love Song , Rainer Maria Rilke Ornamental clouds compose an evening love song; a road leaves evasively. The new moon begins a new chapter of our nights, of those frail nights we stretch out and which mingle with these black horizontals.