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All movements go too far.

This photograph would make an excellent passport picture for the big little man. I figure that there is no way in the world that airport authorities could ever mistake him for a terrorist.

We are the famous metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure

Kayak on the Derwent. May, 2010. One day – I promise – I will kayak to work. What’s the point of living next to a river estuary if one does not kayak to work? We are the time. We are the famous , Jorge Luis Borges We are the time. We are the famous metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure. We are the water, not the hard diamond, the one that is lost, not the one that stands still. We are the river and we are that greek that looks himself into the river. His reflection changes into the waters of the changing mirror, into the crystal that changes like the fire. We are the vain predetermined river, in his travel to his sea. The shadows have surrounded him. Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away. Memory does not stamp his own coin. However, there is something that stays however, there is something that bemoans.

Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?

There is a time when me must sling their hook over their shoulder, and go their own way in life. This was one of those time. Fortunately, they came back.

Out of timber so crooked as that from which man is made nothing entirely straight can be carved.

Looking north at lunchtime. St Johns Park, New Town, August 2010. Did you know that the island of Tasmania is the twenty-sixth largest island in the world? Well you do now. Wondering what to do at lunch. St Johns Park, New Town, August 2010.

In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.

Ezra does his best impression of Jimmy Barnes (back when he was on the grog).

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important.

Rowing on the Derwent on a cold Winter's morn. Derwent River (with Bellerive in the background). June, 2010. Theme Thursday and it appears that everybody has GONE FISHING. “GONE FISHING?”, you say. GONE FISHING. I myself have rarely GONE FISHING. I’ve gone snorkelling; gone kayaking; gone running; gone swimming; gone off; gone on; and gone apeshit, but I believe that I have GONE FISHING two, perhaps three, times in my life. It’s the guts I don’t like. I can handle the killing no problem, but the ritual disembowelment in such exhibitionist fashion seems to me profoundly disrespectful for the dear fish’s family and friends. Give the poor creature some dignity! I’ve long queried the extended airtime given to the multitude of television programs dedicated to the men who have GONE FISHING. While I have no ideological, intellectual, ethical or indeed stylistic opposition to such programs, I wonder why it is seemingly okay to broadcast reel after reel of some pitiable pilchard in its d

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

You know that movie The Thin Red Line , where that bloke who was Jesus had a lot of long, ponderous interior monologues? Looking at this photograph to me prompts a soft, searching Midwestern US drawl meditating on the realities of man's inhumanity to man, nature and God. I've really got to get Henry trained on that Midwestern US drawl...

What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the will to find out, which is the exact opposite.

Looking for the sky and wondering if the rain or the bus will arrive first. Campbell Street, Hobart. August 2010. I know that I am late and I can’t stay long, sorry ! Things are a little hectic…

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

Ezra practices his mountain climbing on a molehill in Geilston bay, with Mount Wellington an imposing spectacle behind him...

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No words. Time for a history lesson! On May 16, 1985 Mikhail Gorbachev announced a Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR titled On Greater Efforts to Combat Drunkenness and Alcoholism and to Eradicate Moonshine . During 1985–87 Gorbachev carried out an anti-alcohol campaign with partial prohibition, colloquially known as the "dry law". Prices of vodka, wine and beer were radically increased, and liquor sales were heavily restricted in both amount and time of day. People who were caught drunk at work or in public were prosecuted. Drinking on long-distance trains and in public places was banned. Scenes depicting alcohol consumption were removed from films. Advertisements like these abounded. Hilariously (in the context of Soviet humour), people started calling Gorbachev " Mineral Water Secretary " instead of General Secretary. Statistically speaking, the reform had effect on alcohol abuse in the country. There was a significant decrease in criminal

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hire public relations officers.

On a clear day, you can see forever more snow. Mount Wellington, August 2010. Henry told me a joke the other day, I thought that I'd share it with the world: Henry: "Knock knock." Me: "Who's there?" Henry: "Penguin." Me: "Penguin who?" Henry: "..." Me: "Penguin who?" Hsnry: "What?" Me: "Don't worry." Henry: "PENGUIN!" [Runs off.] Hilarious. Looking around the top of a mountain. Mount Wellington, August 2010. Looking south, next stop Antarctica! Mount Wellington, August 2010.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

I know that people will be clambering over the lack of Henry and Ezra in these 'snow bunny' shots; well, here they are! Note to self: explain to children prior to entering the snow field the pointlessness for picking up and carrying about EACH and EVERY sizable body of snow that they find.

We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.

There are more mountains and more snow. Mount Wellington, August 2010. Can you still hear the radio? Mount Wellington, August 2010. All the pretty flowers. Mount Wellington, August 2010.

Before the effect one believes in different causes than one does after the effect.

Sub-alpine vegetation enjoying the snow #1. Mount Wellington, August 2010. Even in the rugged climes of Mount Wellington, shrubbery and flowers abound! Sub-alpine vegetation enjoying the snow #2. Mount Wellington, August 2010. Sub-alpine vegetation enjoying the snow #3. Mount Wellington, August 2010.

Politics are a very unsatisfactory game.

On our way up Mount Wellington. August 2010. Yesterday morning, we all headed up Mount Wellington to frolic in the snow. If you stay tuned thought the day, you'll see some pics of the journey!

Friendship is a very taxing and arduous form of leisure activity.

The last guy that tried that with me... Well, let's just say, I man him an offer he couldn't refuse.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

Interesting sky. New Town, August 2010. At some point I'm going to run out of things to photograph at this bus stop. Henry and I sat down yesterday to work out today's Sunday Top Five : Henry's Top Five Movies (This Week)! Shrek II Finding Nemo Shrek I Wallace and Grommit: Curse of the WareRabbit Shrek III Now, if anyone wants to make some suggestions for films that Henry (or indeed Ezra) might enjoy, let us know in the comments! Yoga at the bus stop. New Town, August 2010.