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Photographers mistake the emotion they feel while taking the picture as judgment that the photograph is good.

Assessing the situation, atop the mountain, looking west.

a child turning into a man

Ezra's legs. Opossum Bay Beach, South Arm Peninsula. February 2013. Ezra reminds me of the 1988-89 Detroit Pistons. They knew how to kill... How to Kill , Keith Douglas Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang in the closed fist: Open Open Behold a gift designed to kill. Now in my dial of glass appears the soldier who is going to die. He smiles, and moves about in ways his mother knows, habits of his. The wires touch his face: I cry NOW. Death, like a familiar, hears And look, has made a man of dust of a man of flesh. This sorcery I do. Being damned, I am amused to see the centre of love diffused and the wave of love travel into vacancy. How easy it is to make a ghost. The weightless mosquito touches her tiny shadow on the stone, and with how like, how infinite a lightness, man and shadow meet. They fuse. A shadow is a man when the mosquito death approaches.

If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.

Preparing the jellyfish prison...

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Gull. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. February 2013. Sula , Toni Morrison: Part-critique of heterosexual institutions, part-exploration of friendship amid a backdrop of family, love, race, and the human condition. Very strange. B- . A Swell Looking Babe , Jim Thompson: Another one of Thompson's odd blend of hard-boiled crime noires and Freudian psychodrama (this one from 1954). The Oedipal subtext is not exactly subtle and the apparent central action of a vicious robbery really is a subsidiary plot to the real drama taking place inside our central character's head. I enjoyed it. B .

Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.

I'll be back...

I photograph to find out what something will look like photographed.

Morte. Wineglass Bay Beach, Freycinet National Park. January 2013. Theme Thursday and I WONDER ifyou, like me, WONDER much? I'm always WONDERing. I WONDER why I WONDER. Does everybody WONDER? Is there a point to WONDERing? Is it more a case of the mind at wander or the mind at WONDER? I WONDER...

The one who adapts his policy to the times prospers, and likewise that the one whose policy clashes with the demands of the times does not.

Beach baby, Beach Baby give me your hand, give me somethin' that I can remember.

Nothing recedes like progress.

Surface. Hobart waterfront, Sullivans Cove. February 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

I am better than my reputation.

Counting rocks. He's still there.

Every sin is the result of a collaboration.

Henry and I coming in from a snorkel. Opossum Bay, February 2013. 1: Do you notice a person’s eye colour? I have to find the person vaguely interesting, but if I do, I’ll always clock it. 2: White, milk, or dark chocolate mocha? The darker, the better. 3: If you could get a tattoo free, would you do it? What would it be? An invisible one. Different strokes for different folks and people can do what they like, but I’m not much of a fan of the old body art. 4: Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it? It depends on what one compares it with. I grew up in Burnie, Tasmania which to someone from London would seem like a teeny tiny town but to someone from Fruitland, Idaho it probably seems pretty big. Did I like it? 5: Your favourite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favourite) Cripes, I don’t know. Someone distant and alluring. I really liked Viv Richards as a kid. He seemed the epitome of cool. 6: What kind of smoothie sounds

Failure is authentic, and because it's authentic, it's real and genuine, and because of that, it's a pure state of being.

I ain't gettin' on no scooter.

A suicide kills two people, Maggie, that's what it's for!

Flower. Sandpiper Cottages, Denison Beach, just north of Bicheno. January 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... Given that - and I don't mean to shock anyone - at some point we're all going to die, it is an odd thing that so many just can't bring themselves to speak about it . ' A tale of two cows ': an info-graphic that you should have a look at. About: The babies who nap in sub-zero temperatures... "In its original form, Double Dragon is, if nothing else, a game in which Lynyrd Skynyrd fights to rescue America from The Ramones, The Village People, and Grandmaster Flash." Dan Whitehead of the Gameological Society has written a wonderful essay on Double Dragon and how gaming reflects a culture's changing re

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

Strawberries strawberries strawberries. Strawberries. Straw. Berries.

He who does not prevent a crime when he can, encourages it.

Claws. Fossil Beach. January 2013. Oops. I forgot to post!