This will hurt me...

Another shot of Ez up high above the clouds here in Hobart. There was a fair nip in the air, but you'll be glad to hear that we made it back down to sea level with all digits still intact.

Leaving on a jet aeroplane. Hobart International Airport, April 2010. Someone must have anticipated the coming shift in temperature, and decided to head to Jamaica. Dud move. It Was Not Necessary To Study , by Regina Derieva It was not necessary to study the language of a strange country; anyway, it would be of no help. It was not necessary to know where Italy or England is located; travel was obviously out of question. It was not necessary to live among the wild beasts of Noah's ark, which had just devoured the last dove of peace, along with Noah and his virtuous family. It was not necessary to strive for some holy land awash in milk and honey, according to rumour.

Some things - like this rock - are difficult to figure out. For example, why is the team with the worst record in Bundesliga (the top soccer league in Germany) history called Tasmania Berlin-Gropiusstadt ? A proud Tasmanians, Henry, Ezra and I would dearly love to know...

Jennifer and Ezra heading east atop Mount Wellington. May 2010 . Here's another in the long running series of our journey up Mount Wellington. You'll note dear little Ez™ is looking decidedly bulky (like one of those supremely unattractive thugby league players). The explanation? One singlet, one t-shirt, one long sleeve t-shirt, one knitted jumper, one polar fleece jumper! It kept the cold at bay.

Ezra doing his best impression of a polar explorer. Or 1920s flapper. I can't decide.

The view north from Salmanca Place in the evening, rendered as a 1980s synth-pop album inner sleeve. May 2010. Theme Thursday and I'm in a rush! What a surprise. WRINKLE. Hmmmm. Wrin·kle. Noun . (rngkl) Hmmmm. "1. A small furrow, ridge, or crease on a normally smooth surface, caused by crumpling, folding, or shrinking." Hmmmm. No . "2. A line or crease in the skin, as from age." No . "3. A clever trick, method, or device, especially one that is new and different." Closer . Far closer. "4. A problem or imperfection; a fault." GOT IT! Combine four and three and I can link today's theme with the photo chosen randomly last week. An unsteady hand, low levels of light and an unpredictable bus schedule lead to a series of photographs that exhibited a WRINKLE (that is, WRINKLE as outlined in definition four ). My WRINKLE (see definition three ), was to utilise mediocre significant PhotoShop skills and render said presentable image through a

Ah dae loch th' beavh. th' calmin' soonds, th' taste ay salt in th' breeze, th' nip ay th' win'. Och ah dae loch th' beavh.

Morning is breaking over Flagstaff Gully. Geilston Bay. May 2010. This was not taken this morning. This morning you would be lucky to see the hand in front of your face; fog as thick as pea soup! All the better to be having day two off from work, this time recovering from the dreaded gastro.

Here's a special blast from the past. Dear sweet little Ezra crawling around about this time last year. How time flies!

Opening gambit: our children are lucky because they will live far longer than us . Flanking manoeuvre: they should thank their lucky stars that the medical science has made all of this possible. By 'medical science', read doctor (as in 'Mengele') . Frontal assault: the MAN who is RESPONSIBLE for prolonging your children's lives LOVES to smoke. LOVES IT. In fact, the smokes - POSSIBLY - explain his EXTRAORDINARY superpowers skills. Dubious conclusion: Docs are TOPS. Docs love to SMOKE. Ciggies must be GREAT . As a side note, I'd also like to draw attention to the fantabulous 'T-Zone' theory: FORGET THE EVIDENCE, your throat DOESN'T LIE. Even when you're bombarding it with carcinogens.

Hinsby Beach, Taroona. May 2010. One word: gastroenteritis .

Attica. With cushions.

Autumn on Parliament Lawns. May 2010. I know that it is Autumn, but it is feeling more like winter. I must have taken this one in the first week of May, as these trees are nearly nude now. It's kind of sexy, only the cold takes the edge off the excitement...

Love means never having to say you're sorry... [for dribbling all over someone when giving them a kiss]

The fountain in Salamanca Square up close and personal. May 2010. Crikey Moses it is cold this morning. The very heavy frost that is lurking about has mean that my fingers are struggling to hang out the four loads of washing done thus far. Yes, it is a cruel world. Today's Sunday Top Five: Five Places In The World I'd Rather Be This Morning... Blackpool Vladivostok Montego Bay Rostock Pago Pago