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Beauty has a lot to do with character.

Calvert’s Beach. We really need to get back there. One day when it’s not so windy. Or if it is, during a storm. An electrical storm. That’d make for some photos. Get Henry in the water with a metal umbrella. Good times.

Memory itself is an internal rumour.

There's nothing that Henry enjoyed doing more than climbing to the top of the play equipment, and belt out a version of Detroit Rock City .

We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us.

The Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation (CSIRO) has a branch located about a three minute walk up the road from my work. This Marine and Atmospheric Research branch obviously has a reasonably high turnover of computer equipment, because at least once a month, a new skip appears filled to the brim with old computers, monitors, televisions and all manner of cords, wires, motherboards and who knows what else. I finally got over my shyness (and fear of being thought a terrorist/perpetrator of industrial espionage) to creep into the facility and take a few photos yesterday. Don't worry though, I didn't need to evade vicious guard dogs, scale razor wire or even jump a fence. I did, however, cross a road and walk through a car park. Yes, I managed to look both ways too. Now I know that there are some keen photographers here, so I would like to know what is the riskiest photograph that you've ever taken? Rampaging wallabies? Birthing wives? Hungry childr...