This will hurt me...

I'm wondering, if I have access the that blue wall (generally where we camp out on Opossum Bay beach), what chance I could edit in some blue screen special effects? If so, what should I have chasing the little mite? Tigers? Crocodiles? Bolsheviks? Feminists?

I always show plenty of caution when crossing here each morning. Especially when I'm crouching down taking photographs. I've opted for a Robert Lowell this morning, to cheer you all up! To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriage , by Robert Lowell "It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ours." - Schopenhauer "The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open. Our magnolia blossoms. Life begins to happen. My hopped up husband drops his home disputes, and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes, free-lancing out along the razor's edge. This screwball might kill his wife, then take the pledge. Oh the monotonous meanness of his lust. . . It's the injustice . . . he is so unjust— whiskey-blind, swaggering home at five. My only thought is how to keep alive. What makes him tick? Each night now I tie ten dollars and his car key to my thigh. . . . Gored by the climacteric of his ...

Things are indeed... LOOKING UP .

I could be wrong, but I think that this tree is connected to the Internet. I hope that it's live blogging on the Tasmanian election from the distinct perspective of a Braddon-based Araucaria heterophylla , but fear that it's more likely to be trolling the Guardian Unlimited sports pages or fishing about for some cheeky upskirts of a barely-legal Athrotaxis selaginoides . [Or they could be lights...]

Next up? Inside the nostrils!

Two for the price of one today, and we're again looking at tourists. Of course, today being today, I'm also scrambling to link up Theme Thursday . Tenuous or not, in the Tasmania of 2010, tourists mean GREEN. Now I'm not talking GREEN in the sense of tree huggin', airy fairy, lardy dardy, goody goody, namby pamby, hoity toity, wishy washy, not in my backyard, doing nothin' do gooders! No, we're talking GREEEEN , as in bread , and by bread I mean dough . Tourists equal GREEN, bread, dough, cash, dosh, bucks and all that entails. In Australia, our bank notes come in all sizes, colours and weight. These ships, and these tourists, mean GREEN. The green note, as I'm sure that you all know, are hundreds . Fives are purple, tens blue, twenties orange, fifties bronze and the gold ol' hundreds GREEN. How very apt. Thus, I find myself in the aisle of the fruit market, armed with little more than two Gravenstein apples and the ninety cents needed to purchase the...

He looks very young here! This one was taken way back in January as we rode the rails up at Don River. Check out the grin.