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Immorality: the morality of those who are having a better time.

Henry tries, and fails, to do a decent Mick Jagger impression. Quick tip for beginners, it's all in the lips ...

Ana, I say, each winter I get more lonely.

A palm tree in the dead of winter. June 2010. If you've not had the chance to get onto the new master of the Rolling Stones' Exile on Main Street , get out there and get your grubby little hands on it. Don't make the mistake and think that it's sloppy . It's relaxed , but dudes, it is tight . Name of a Tree , Catherine Anderson Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the one she can't get clean, cobwebs massed between sash and pane. The sky is blue-gold, almost the colour of home. Ana, I say, each winter I get more lonely. Both of us would like the sun to linger as that round fruit in June, but Ana says it's better to forget what you used to know...

Do your damnedest in an ostentatious manner all the time.

Ezra, as seen by an unsuspecting freshly made fruit loaf.

Don't fight the problem, decide it.

Preparing baby Emperor Penguins for the frypan. TMAG, May 2010. Baby it's cold outside. Cold enough that we've been invaded by Emperor Penguins!

Any idiot can face a crisis; it's day to day living that wears you out.

Inspired by the wealth of history contained with the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallary, Henry has decided that he wants to follow in the footsteps of the bloody idiots great Antarctic explorers of the early twentieth century. Consequently, I have fashioned him a sturdy yacht made out of an old bath, and will see him off next week. Godspeed, young man!

A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married.

Completing a dare, Sullivans Cove, June 2010. At least I hope that this bloke is completing a dare. Theme Thursday today, and although I am again rushed off my feet, it isn't too much of a stretch today. You see, I am lucky enough to be armed with a CAMERA for much of the day as I go about the place. Naturally, this affords me ample opportunity to indulge in one of my favourite pastimes, taking the piss . Take the image above, for example. If I didn't have my CAMERA, I would have had to simply describe how badly dressed this fellow was. "Dud haircut, pink singlet, pale grey checked short shorts, shaved legs and boat shoes sans socks" doesn't at all do it justice. With the CAMERA, I can share such a find with the world!

If all else fails, immortality can always be assured by spectacular error.

Check out that smile!

Forgiveness is the key to action and freedom.

Sunrise over Franklin Wharf. May 2010. I had the great pleasure of resigning from my job yesterday (if you haven't done so, give it a try!) This means, of course, less photographs featuring the lovely waterfront area of Hobart, and a little more of the suburb of New Town, where I shall be making my appearance in a few weeks time. Until then, expect me to exhaust my Salamanca reserves!

Revolutions are always verbose.

As annoying as he can be, I do have to admit that he is indeed one handsome devil .

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Does this mean that we should eat more semi-subsistence farmers too?

Education: the inculcation of the incomprehensible into the indifferent by the incompetent.

Night time down on Salamanca Lawns. No you are not drunk. Fairy lights + slow shutter speed * moving about = photograph. June 2010. It's nice to get things of your chest. It's nice to experiment. It's nice to swim against the current every once and a while. It's nice to relax and let yourself be . It's nice.

One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we'll need a new definition.


The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Flinders Street Station, Melbourne, in glorious colour. April, 2010. A few thoughts... A colour photograph can give a very different impression to a black and white, despite being taken mere seconds apart. Australia got their just desserts in the World Cup against Germany. Australian soccer fans are annoying. The Australian Soccer Team are annoying. Soccer Australia The Australian Football Federation are annoying. Soccer is annoying. Ezra has discovered Bob the Builder in a big way. However, he says " Bitte Ahh " instead of "Bob the Builder". Flinders Street Station, Melbourne, in moody black and white. April, 2010.

Society honours its living conformists and its dead troublemakers.

Jennifer explains the kind of advanced interview techniques that she practised during her time with the C.I.A. Henry was staunch in his belief that Elmo needed waterboarding, while Ezra retained faith in the good old fashioned "squeeze his nose until he talks" approached perfected in the 1954 Guatemalan campaign.

Some people, however long their experience or strong their intellect, are temperamentally incapable of reaching firm decisions.

The morning sun warms DHHS HQ on the corner of Davey and Murray, May 2010. In a few week's time, DHHS will be in receipt of a far brighter ray of sunshine, if you catch my drift... It's time for this week's Sunday Top Five, The Top Five Most Played Tracks On My PC Since August 2005 (According To My Last FM Profile ) The Spencer Davis Group: Gimme Some Lovin' Plastic Bertrand: Ca Plane Pour Moi Marah: Eventually Rock The Ronnettes: Be My Baby Pavement: Zurich is Stained