Here are the gang anxiously waiting the attack of the rogue emus . I like this one, it has a touch of "invasion of Normandy" about it. Note Ezra's cool indifference, yet the more experienced Henry's marked anxiety...
Some pretty flowers that can be found in the park in Battery Point. I'm not sure of its name, but I expect that it is something dull like Battery Point Park . For the sake of brevity, let's just call it the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion . Anyway, I'm frequently spending my lunch break seated in the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion reading. It beats fishing.
Somebody asked what Ezra was doing when I posted the photo of Henry and the rabbit. HERE is what Ezra was doing when Henry was patting the rabbits. He was trying to pick them up. To throw or eat, I am not certain...
My beautiful little angel and oldest son, Henry , turns the big THREE today. I thought that I'd honour the little bugger with a trip down memory lane while I get stuck in to making pancakes for breakfast! Happy birthday Henry, you handsome devil!
Henry has a touch of Russian special forces operative here. I like it. We're getting ready for his birthday: just FOUR HOURS TO GO ! [Please note the Israeli special forces operative lurking in the background...]
Theme Thursday again, and we're talking TRAFFIC. This set of signs down near the waterfront never ceases to amuse me. Some might speculate that the two people in the yellow sign are merely attempting to inform oncoming TRAFFIC to be aware of the likelihood of people crossing the road. However, I rather think of them fleeing (yes fleeing ) the aforementioned toilets . Look at the barely controlled aggression the the larger , much older , male of the pair. The dominance of his action is almost palpable. Oh yes, he's a wrong 'un all right. Now look at her . The cowering subservience. The timidity of a girl who has been kicked in the guts by life, only to meet a fellow who helps her out, tells her that he loves her, only to kick her in the guts again. What happened in those toilets is what I want to know. What crack the fine veneer of the older suitor's façade? What prompted this scene? An unwanted child? A run in with the law? A stray, seemingly innocuous text me
Sometimes, truth can be found in the margins . Here is a little seen angle on the Aurora Australis , which has now left port for the heady journey through the Southern Ocean . Good luck people. God Speed!
Believe me when I say that the following statement is not idle boastfulness or patriotic nonsense : the Hobart City Council’s Salamanca parking inspection crew are the world’s most diligent , efficient , ruthless and bloodthirsty parking inspectors in the world. Within seconds of someone's parking docket running out of time, you can be guaranteed that one of the boys and girls in [powder] blue will be there ready, willing and able to unpeel one of their little orange stickers, print out the notice of fine, and smile all the while. My favourite sight is seeing the orgasmic bliss on the face of one of the brave soldiers of justice when they manage to ticket a car already possessing a ticket. I'd expect back flips on that rare occasion when you get the treble. I'm thinking of distributing little yellow ribbons in honour of them.
Another day in Hobart, and more rain. I'm getting sick of this. Here is an interesting little add on down here in Salamanca. Sandstone and red brick, with a grey slab concrete fronting on the right of the photograph. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I am working on the assumption that it is an elaborate ruse of some kind. It must be a good one, because for the life of me, I can't figure it out!
A quiet Sunday morning, looking over the Derwent River to the colourful boat houses lined up along Cornelian Bay. What could be finer? I'm sending Henry and Ezra out this morning to snare scallops, pinch prawns, filch flounder, and generally bring back the bounty of the sea! There they are in the boat. Can you see them? Look very, very closely... Sunday Top Five! My Top Five Vessels Of The Sea! 5: the Golden Hinde 4: the Potemkin 3: Queen Anne's Revenge 2: Norfolk 1: HMS Bounty . My apologies to the Empress of Australia .