This will hurt me...

Things are looking up. The corner of Campbell and Liverpool Streets, Hobart. September 2013. A long-delayed Q and A stolen again from Sunday Stealing. This time, Meme 325 ! Something that’s holding you back from achieving your dreams: Life! Something you think you could win an award for: Irritability. Something you fear more than anything: Caring what people think. Something you wish people would understand: That life would be much easier if they were a little nicer to each other. Something that keeps you going everyday: The promise of sleep. Something amazing that happened last Summer: Henry and I saw a foot-long weedy sea dragon while snorkelling at Opossum Bay. We were less than a metre away for a good couple of minutes. Something you hate that people say: The casual use of the word ‘bogun’ in work contexts. Something you refuse to pay money for: Friendship. Something you wish you could have told that person that you never saw again:...

Sunshine on my shoulder in my eyes makes me happy kind of annoys me.

You'd never ever wish for a bushfire, but they do have the capacity to generate very interesting sunsets.

The view from the back door. Geilston Bay. March 2013. Theme Thursday and the SHAPES that come to mind all, for some reason, look like flames. It gets a little warmer. Geilston Bay. March 2013. Yes, SHAPES like that above. That was the view from the backyard yesterday afternoon. Getting in the washing while watching the flames whipping up behind the house is an interesting thing. Night-time. Geilston Bay. March 2013.

Beach babies. Coningham Beach, Coningham. February 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

The bee's knees. Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. January 2013. Sunday Top Five ? My Top Five Insects! Bumblebees Grasshoppers Butterflies Ladybirds Dragonflies

Bathing beauties? Opossum Bay, South Arm Peninsula. December 2012. The weather forecast holds mixed fortunes for our planned Christmas brunch right here on Opossum Bay beach. Fingers crossed. Here, have one of my favourite poems... After Making Love We Hear Footsteps , Galway Kinnell For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman and Fergus will only sink deeper into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash, but let there be that heavy breathing or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house and he will wrench himself awake and make for it on the run—as now, we lie together, after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies, familiar touch of the long-married, and he appears—in his baseball pajamas, it happens, the neck opening so small he has to screw them on— and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to sleep, his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very ...

Just to continue on the hermit crab theme for one more post...

Hobart’s winter sky. The view over the Derwent Estuary, from Battery Point. June 2012. Theme Thursday and I am very very late. My apologies. I’m caught up you see. Caught up in something FULL CIRCLE. Another way that we might at this is via Latin, the revolutio – “a turnaround” – (our modern revolution ). Of course, revolutions can come FULL CIRCLE or they can top at the 180 degrees (or any other point of the loop). See, what In need is a revolution. As noted earlier in the week, Lenin – and he knew a thing about ‘em – used to say that the fundamental law of revolution is that for a revolution to take place, it is simply not enough for the exploited and oppressed masses to recognise the unfeasibility of living in the old way, and thus demand change. However, for a revolution to actually happen, it is essential that the exploiters recognise and understand that they will not be able to live and rule in the old ways. Revolutions are not just about politics. Some of us need r...

Holding up the world. Pylon in Napoleon Street, Battery Point. November 2011. Tiwesdæg! That means another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, The Bud is Back Meme ! 1. Why did you sign up for writing your blog? To track the progress of young Henry and allow his relatives elsewhere to see how he was getting on. 2. Why did you choose your blog's name? What does it mean? "This will hurt me more than it will hurt you..." he says as he stands over you with the strap in hand. 3. Do you ever had another blog? No I don't. 4. What do you do online when you're not on your blog? Read. 5. How about when you're not on the computer? Read. Take photos. Cook. Sleep. Tell off children. Go to the beach. Mow the lawn. The usual things. 6. What do you wish people who read your blog knew about you? Anything that I tell 'em. I am an open book! 7. What is your favorite community in the blogosphere? The My Little Pony transgender furry kitten meme people. 8. What is...

Nice location. Clifton Beach, South Arm Peninsula. June 2011. Sunday Top Five already? Christ almighty the days seem to be going by more quickly! My Top Five Sore Bits As I Type! Stomach Left thumb Left knee Right shoulder Pride Across the cliff face. Clifton Beach, South Arm Peninsula. June 2011.

One of the bonuses of the new place of work is that this park is a mere two minutes away (on foot)! As you can see, Henry now feels as if he owns the place.

Allergies are inevitably felt more when squatting down low. Eaglehawk Neck, Tasman Peninsula. January 2011. I heard someone claim the other day that loneliness was a crisis in fracturing and shrinking rural communities here in Australia. While I’ve not inclination to deny that, it got me thinking whether or not loneliness is easier (?) to find out in the backblocks or right at the centre of big cities. If we define “lonely” as “being alone” (in a literal sense), than I guess – from a technical point of view – you might be more likely to suffer loneliness while stuck in the middle of nowhere than you are standing in the CBD of a big city or town. Yet it seems to me that (literally) “being alone” has nothing to do with “ loneliness ”. You can be alone in a literal sense, but not at all lonely. Surely most lighthouse keepers don’t suffer from loneliness, otherwise they wouldn’t put their hand up to be lighthouse keepers. Loneliness is surely more a state of mind rather than a state of be...

Looking south down along the Tasman Peninsula. Eaglehawk Neck, January 2011. It seems to me that there are two kinds of people in the world. First, there are people who annoy me. Second, there are people who annoy me less. The Tessellated Pavement glimmers in the morning light. Eaglehawk Neck, January 2011. I am not sure that I was built for these times…