This will hurt me...

Abandoned rose. Marion Bay, Tasmania. March 2013. It's Theme Thursday and my apologies for the story. It's a true story, but not a pretty one. If you're faint hearted, simply admire the picture and move way now. You have been warned. Don't worry, we'll get to the theme. Be patient and bear with me. There are two toilets in the complex where I work. One is always locked and only people who work in the complex have the key, the other is unlocked 90% of the time, but lockable. I prefer to use the locked one. On Monday morning I was ready to burst after walking in from the town and immediately went to the unlocked one, as it was closer. There is also a separate vestibule with sinks, mirrors prior to entering the business end of the equation. I sensed an evil presence as soon as I walked into the place. Now, in this toilet area there are three seated toilets and three urinals. In the seated one on the left , the cubicle was covered in urine and there ...

Henry! Explain yourself.

Shoes. Opossum Bay, South Arm Peninsula. February 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

The water is off. Nutgrove Beach, Sandy Bay. December 2012. I do believe that I am entering my prime ... Exile , Donald Hall A boy who played and talked and read with me Fell from a maple tree. I loved her, but I told her I did not, And wept, and then forgot. I walked the streets where I was born and grew, And all the streets were new.

Morte. Wineglass Bay Beach, Freycinet National Park. January 2013. Theme Thursday and I WONDER ifyou, like me, WONDER much? I'm always WONDERing. I WONDER why I WONDER. Does everybody WONDER? Is there a point to WONDERing? Is it more a case of the mind at wander or the mind at WONDER? I WONDER...

HENRY HAS CRAB S !

Ez has a new pet. Unfortunately it is dead.

Dead bird has seen better days. Calverts Beach, February 2011. I know how this bird feels.

Heavy cloud cover in the east. St Johns Park, New Town. February 2011. Like the clouds hanging wearily over this tired old land, my year(s)-long commitment to drafting a Sunday Top Five looms over my head like the sword of Damocles. What can I catalogue today? What unspoken five might possibly emerge from the gloom? To fit the temper of the times, how about I share with you My Top Five Favourite Shades Of Blue ? Cobalt blue Cornflower blue Prussian blue Azure Duke blue So go on then, what shade is your favourite?

Larus dominicanus is nibbling on something. Opossum Bay, December 2010. Larus dominicanus – A.K.A. the Kelp Gull – is a large black-backed gull with a white tail and a large yellow bill with a red spot on the lower tip. Alas, It is only the second largest (or should that be the first smallest ?) gull in Australia. The wing has a wide trailing edge and a small white 'window' in the wingtip. This is how I tell ‘em apart from the bigger and friskier Pacific Gull. In terms of tucker, the Kelp Gull takes what it can get on both land and water, but rarely in the air. It feeds mainly on fish and crustaceans, but will scavenge when it gets a chance. I understand that they have a predilection for pommes frites , Schwartenmagen and 1945-vintage Chateau Mouton-Rothschild Jeroboam . If it cannot get that dish, it gets anxious. Indeed, Kelp Gulls have been observed feeding on living Southern Right Whales. In desperation, it will plunge its mighty beak to peck down inches into the skin a...

Odd things painted on walls in New Town, #1. New Town Road. July 2010. Who said that holding hands is powerless Huh? I’m not sure that that is a sentence. Traditionally (and far too simplistically), a sentence is traditionally defined as a group of words that expresses a complete idea and that includes a subject and a verb . Convention also dictates that it ends with a full stop, question mark, or exclamation point. Who said that holding hands is powerless It looks like a question, but we don’t have a question mark. We have a subject, verb and even an adjective, but I am not convinced that we have a complete idea . Who said that holding hands is powerless I do wish that these hip young urban artists would try out their sloganeering prior to getting out into the streets to create their intertextual self-reflexive hyperstylistic post-structural syntaxtically illiterate counter-cultural mash-ups. I mean really . Every day I wait that that bus stop and every day I wonder what on Earth it...