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I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.

How many children can you see?

The great secret of success is to go through life as a man who never gets used up.

Poser.

Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.

The bells! The BELLS!

The future, like everything else, is not what it used to be.

This is the lazy man's attempt at pointillism...

I like maxims that don't encourage behaviour modification.

Ezra relaxes in our homemade bomb shelter. You never know when the Soviets might attack!

Most of us become parents long before we have stopped being children.

Ezra does his best Norman Bates impression...

The best remedy for a short temper is a long walk.

Congratulations are in order for young Henry, who has successfully read the most books by a Lindisfarne North student (all grades) during this year's Premier's Reading Challenge ! At 124 books in the duration of the challenge, it seems that he set quite a pace. Given that I'm still sitting on 65 completions this year , he has me well covered too...

It is difficult to esteem a man as highly as he would wish.

Ezra is beginning to show an interest in the fundamentals of surfing. I knew that letting him watch Puberty Blues was a mistake!

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

Henry doesn't even know who Bob Beamon is...

God's only excuse is that he does not exist.

I quite like the black and white. But then again, the starker lighting and grainy filter has its appeal. Yet he's still incredibly handsome with the untreated, slightly washed-out brightness of the original. There's a lot that goes into the post production.

Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second.

Big Henry!

If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn't sit for a month.

She never carries me around like that.

Words are all we have.

Ezra is winning.

The moral of that is: ‘the more there is of mine, the less there is of yours’.

Oh Henry, what big EYES you have...

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

He goes up. He goes down. He goes up. He goes down. He goes up. He goes down. He goes up. He goes down. He goes up. He goes down. He goes up. He goes off.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

Well said Henry. I could not agree more.

The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.

Okay then, for the major prize: What is Ezra looking at?

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

While hiding in plain sight might make some sense in the context of international terrorism, gender politics or matrimonial disharmony, it is less successful in your typical game of “hide and seek”.

To tell the truth is revolutionary.

Ezra is bemused by the whole notion of Australia Day.

Tolerance is the result not of enlightenment, but of boredom.

Hen cranks the wheel...