This will hurt me...

Have you seen that movie The Terminator ? This is kind of like that, only with a toddler...

If I could be bothered, he would fair dinkum swing all day every day.

I like to call this series Ezra³ .

A small boy who thinks that he's a big boy sitting on park bench in Cornelian Bay. Note the seagull on the upper left, the Tasman Bridge in the centre right, as well as the boatsheds on the right. The boatsheds burned down the day after this photo was taken, and no, I don't let Henry play with matches.

Watching Henry trying to figure out a drinking fountain is one of life's richer pleasures.

Here is Ez stalking seagulls in the park at Bellerive. I've decided against showing the moment where he bit the one of the left's head off...

Here is but one of the entries to the Battery Point Park Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion . It is here that I recline and read my post-Soviet black comedies in the (relative) peace and quiet of the lunch break. We're currently debating whether or not to attempt a second run to the Salmon Ponds this morning. Or perhaps we will stick to finding a beach and flying our kites. Decisions, decisions.

Hurrah ! Theme Thursday is upon us again, and my tendency to pick the image and the title before looking at the theme has again seen me located precariously between a rock and a hard place . Despite what you are all thinking, and notwithstanding the firm, proud-looking member above, the theme today has nothing to do with the sexy world of horticulture. Not one jot. No, today were are talking COLLECTION, and when I think COLLECTION I think “ phallus ”! Huh?!? Phallus . Well, more precisely, the cruel notion of phallocentrism , or – if you like – the COLLECTION of phalluses that poke and prod their filthy way into every facet of human society! It’s no point blaming Derrida people. Yes , he was a filthy-minded Frenchman with a predilection for intellectual masturbation [there’s that phallus again], but bear with me here... Phallocentrism is the notion that the operative principle of culture is male-dominated . MEN! Just as the phallus is implicitly – and more often explicitly –...

Let us not forget the forgotten victims of the torrents of rain Hobart has seen for the past four months: the worms . I photographed this worm holocaust in a Battery Point park. Yes, it is the broken bodies of millions thousands hundreds dozens tens of worms drowned in a ditch. It was a difficult image to capture through the tears.