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We should often blush for our very best actions, if the world did but see all the motives upon which they were done.

Waiting for something to happen. Intercity Cycleway, Cornelian Bay. October 2012. More questions, this time Sunday Stealing's Who Are you? Part 2–The Grown Up Meme ! Would you survive in prison? I'm quite certain that I wouldn't enjoy it very much, but I am aware of the odd trick to keep up appearances and pass the time. Will you keep your last name when you get married? I already did! When you look into the past, what do you miss most? Youth! Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before? I think I have! Do you wear your shoes in the house? Only very rarely. I'm a bare feet kind of fellow. Happiness is a ________? Delusion. If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do? Bolt the door and hide. What are you naturally good at? Soliloquising. What irritates you most on the internet? The incivility of many. What is worth the pain? Bone marrow transplants (if needed). Transplanting marrow ...

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

Little flower. Intercity cycleway, Cornelian Bay. October 2012. A little late, but this Theme Thursday I thought that I'd share a recipe for a very special SOUP! 1 tbl ambition 1 large optimism , coarsely chopped 2 cloves of potential , crushed 2 tsp finely grated competence 2 tsp ground resilience 500 g bitter experience , peeled, coarsely chopped 4 large milestones , peeled and diced 4 cups water 1 tsp resentment 1/2 cup low-fat natural cynicism Chopped fresh circumstances , to serve Step 1 Heat a large saucepan over medium heat. Drizzle ambition. Add the optimism and cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes or until soft. Add the potential, competence and resilience. Cook, stirring, for 1-2 minutes or until aromatic. Step 2 Add the bitter experience, milestones, water and resentment. Increase heat to high. Bring to the boil. Cover and reduce heat to low. Cook for 15-20 minutes or until the ingredients are soft. Set aside to cool slightly. Step 3 Place ...

The trouble with our age is all signposts and no destination.

You heard. Corneilean Bay, Hobart. October 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

There are bad people who would be less dangerous if they were quite devoid of goodness.

Petroleum tanks. Selfs Point, Cornelian Bay. October 2012. More questions sourced from all over the World! I always welcome more though! Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever? No. That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. I do understand the concept of having established a ‘connection’ with someone even if you have not conversed though. If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job? Absolutely. What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you aren’t dying? I don’t know, what is it like? I understand that every day spent living is also a day spent dying. Do you believe in the death penalty? What if someone murdered your mother in cold blood? No. For a few reasons. 1) I think that capital punishment is rooted in a fundamentally illogical premise (at least that for murder). The notion of placing murder on a special footing of ‘wrongness’ only to punish with the very same ‘...

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

A cold Henry is a sore Henry is a grumpy Henry is a tired Henry is an emotional Henry is a tricky Henry.

How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.

Ezra does a mean Tina Arena impression. Especially in winter.

In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.

By Christ it was so very, very cold the morning that this photograph was taken.

Pray, Lord. / We are near.

Snow. Mount Wellington as seen from Cornelian Bay. July 2012. Tenebrae , Paul Celan We are near, Lord, near and at hand. Handled already, Lord, clawed and clawing as though the body of each of us were your body, Lord. Pray, Lord, pray to us, we are near. Wind-awry we went there, went there to bend over hollow and ditch. To be watered we went there, Lord. It was blood, it was what you shed, Lord. It gleamed. It cast your image into our eyes, Lord. Our eyes and our mouths are open and empty, Lord. We have drunk, Lord. The blood and the image that was in the blood, Lord. Pray, Lord. We are near.

Daring is not safe against daring men.

Jen and Hen audition for the circus. Unfortunately, they were both knocked back.

When everything is easy one quickly gets stupid.

The dead centre of town. Cornelian Bay Cemetary, Cornelian Bay (as seen from Derwent Avenue). February 2012. Theme Thursday today and more and more pointless meetings mean that I am now seeing DOUBLE. Why DOUBLE? Well, I can't be sure, but I suspect that has something to do with the brick walls that I have been head-butting...

Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are.

Ezra stands astride the bridge of the oil tanker Hugli Spirit . Registered in the Bahamas, she was built 2005 in the Hyundai shipyard of Mipo Bay in Ulsan, South Korea. She has a rugged charm, at 183 metres long and 33 metres wide with over 46,889 deadweight tonnes. Unfortunately, some rather silly occupational health and safety rules prevented young Ezra from taking her out for a bit of a spin. Yes, it's political correctness gone mad!

A newspaper is a device for making the ignorant more ignorant and the crazy crazier.

The view west from Geilston Bay. July, 2010. See that fog there? There. There! Yeah, that fog there. That's about where New Town is. Just behind the ship there you can see Cornelian Bay cemetery. It's quite a popular location. People ae dying to get in there. [Ahem.] I'll get my coat.

At night they sway and wander in the waters far under, But morning rolls them in the foam.

Here's one from way back in the new year of Hunky Henry trying out the water fountain in Cornelian Bay, while Ez and Jen look on. You know it's an oldie, as the boatsheds to the left of Henry are no longer there, having burned down in [ahem] mysterious circumstances. For those unfamiliar with Hobart, Cornelian Bay is located on Hobart's western shore, pretty much opposite Geilston Bay.

There are two kinds of egotists: Those who admit it, and the rest of us.

A small boy who thinks that he's a big boy sitting on park bench in Cornelian Bay. Note the seagull on the upper left, the Tasman Bridge in the centre right, as well as the boatsheds on the right. The boatsheds burned down the day after this photo was taken, and no, I don't let Henry play with matches.

Nearly all our disasters come of a few fools having the 'courage of their convictions.'

My moles in the ornithological world report to me that this little dickie bird specimen is Egretta novaehollandiae , better known as a White-faced Heron . I got a couple of snaps of this baby down in Cornelian Bay the other day, but couldn't decide if I liked it better in black and white or colour. I thought that I'd post both, and let YOU be the judge.

Über Naive und Sentimentalische Dichtung.

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 .