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Photography is about finding out what can happen in the frame. When you put four edges around some facts, you change those facts.

Lights camera action . ANZAC Park, Lindisfarne. February 2013. More questions? Of course! Stolen from Sunday Stealing, as usual. This week: The Back 15 Meme ... 15) How do you vent out your anger? Ranting and raving. 16) Favourite toy as a child? Some kind of ball, most likely. 17) Favourite season? I like elements of each, but if I have to choose I'd say Summer. 18) Do you ever get letters delivered by the post office? Most letters have at some point been processed by the post office... 19) When was the last time you laughed hard? Good question. I can't specifically remember, but it most likely involved cruelly mocking someone. 20) What is on the floor of your closet? My shoes. 21) Are you any good at drawing? Not very good, but I can manage the basics. 22) What did you do last night? Read and then slept. 23) What are you most afraid of? Irrelevance. 24) Plain, cheese or spicy hamburger? Spicy with salad. 25) Favourite dog breed? I'm not...

If we had no faults of our own, we should not take so much pleasure in noticing those in others.

Male model material?

Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room.

A prayer to the cricket gods...

To gain a crown by fighting is great, to reject it divine.

Heading out to bat...

Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well.

Tea. Anzac Park, Lindisfarne. December 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

One may be humble out of pride.

Eyes on the ball Hen. Keep it simple, soft hands and your eyes on the ball...

Never cut what you can untie.

Run Henry, RUN! Anzac Park, Lindisfarne. December 2012. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and dogs dressed as Father Christmas.) 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... For hundreds of years, Hell has been the most fearful place in the human imagination. It is also the most absurd... xkcd nails the Instagram furore... This flat out amazes me. Jerry Seinfeld Intends to Die Standing Up. Ezra's favourite link of the week. A time to stop giving? United Noshes is a project to cook one feast from every UN member . Yum. 8 Nostalgia - it's not like it used to be. 20 Astounding Gun Ads . Ahem.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

We might not be able to make a cricketer out of him, but by golly he will be a fine wood-cutter!

There is nothing deep down inside us except what we have put there ourselves.

CAGES . A simple solution to unruly children!

There is only one principle of war: hit the other fellow, as quickly as you can, as hard as you can, where it hurts him most, when he ain't lookin'.

The Picton River rages. Tahune State Forest, September 2010. The Picton is not quite the raging torrent that the Australian selectors find themselves in today - you know you're in trouble when a grown adult who 'earned' a million bucks last year for i) not spinning the ball, and ii) getting hit for sixes has his dad doing your public whining for you - but an impressive little river nonetheless. Today's topical Sunday Top Five ? Five People Who Deserve To Be Picked In The Australian Test Team Ahead Of Dreadful "Spinner" Nathan Hauritz! Xavier Doherty. Bob "Dutchy" Holland. Dirt Girl (from Dirtgirlworld). That homeless guy I see drunk and staggering up Elizabeth Street each morning. That little Quentin bloke. You know the little fellow I mean. Squeaky voice. Stunted limbs. Smokes a lot of dope (allegedly). Yeah, him. I think that he's Ray Martin's love child through Jeannie Little. He deserves a run trundle.

The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.

I've got Hen and Ez hitting the nets pretty hard in advance of the Ashes series. My hope is that one of the two might stand a chance at getting a run as spinners by about test three. Surely if the mugs they keep sending out can get picked, these two deserve a chance!

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

Every time that Henry and Ezra make their way down to Bellerive, and see those glorious light-towers looming over the heaving cauldron of passion that is home to the mighty Tasmanian Tigers – 2006–07 Sheffield Shield champions – they launch into a rousing call-to-arms and poignant rendition of the Tiger’s themesong. It brings a tear to my eye every time…

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

From the tail end of the cricket season, Henry and Ezra seem bemused by this thing called 20Twenty. Or is it Twenty20? TwentyTwenty? 2020?

Doubt grows with knowledge.

Cricket season is over, the flowers are wilting, and Henry has discovered the world of dinosaurs!

Gardening is not a rational act.

No, this isn't the scene from the Tasmanian Tigers CRUSHING victory in the Ford Ranger Cup Domestic One Day Competition . It's the madness of OHA Ships versus someone else down in Geilston Bay...

One can only blaspheme if one believes.

One of Henry's most favourite things in the whole wide world is "dinner outside". Here in Tasmania, "dinner outside" equates to "dining with seagulls". Thus, the other evening, we headed on down to Bellerive beach and feasted on an array of scallops, prawns, squid, blue grenadier, dory and chips at the world famous (well, it is now) Fish Bar . We ate in the shadows of the light towers of the magnificent Bellerive Oval (home of the 2006/7 Sheffield Shield winners, the Tasmanian Tigers) and under the watchful gaze of a gang of seagulls that were loitering about. Which brings me to Theme Thursday . I got the IMPRESSION that the seagulls were up to no good. The cynosure appeared to be a battered scallop (or perhaps it was a prawn), and despite my warnings to Henry and Ezra to avoid encouraging the winged-rapscallions, an imbroglio ensued when a stray chip found itself on the grass next to us. You can imagine the commotion. In fact, in the subsequent kerf...

Well begun is half done.

The fine features of the Hyro building in Hobart. Sunday Top Five Eleven! Today's list is in celebration of Tasmania's epic run chase to defeat Western Australia on Friday, which saw rookie wicketkeeper Brady Jones snare two fours off the last two balls of a four day game, with no wickets to spare. It is only fitting then that today I offer up my Top Five Eleven Favourite Tasmanian Tigers! I've tried to keep a balanced squad, but top be honest, my distaste for the two most famous Tasmanian cricketers - Ricky Ponting and David Boon - has seen me pass them over at the selection table. Similarly, two imports - Michael Beven and Shane Watson - have also been overlooked because, well, I've never liked 'em. Thus, the side is not the strongest batting lineup ever seen. That said, if we have a green top and a bit of cloud in the sky, I'd wager that my pace attack would keep any scores very low. McCracken's Tasmanian Tigers All-Time Squad Jamie Cox : Wynyard's...

There's no fool like an old fool. You can't beat experience.

Again a shot of Bellerive Oval, the home of the mighty Tasmanian Tigers cricket team! The stand there you can see there is the excitingly-monikered Southern Stand, which I am campaigning to have renamed the Danny Buckingham Stand after the rotund big hitter from Burnie who would have played a hundred Tests if he was born in Wagga Wagga. I'll let you know how that pans out... On other matters, like the Tigers, I am breaking records left , right and centre . This post represents number sixteen hundred for this blog. Remarkably, every single one of them has been brilliant !

Past and to come seems best; things present, worst.

We're desperately searching through the genealogical milieu, trying to find some Grenadian heritage. If we can find it by Thursday night, expect Henry to make his debut for the West Indies this Friday in the second test!

The real doubt is the doubt that doubts that it doubts.

Here is the castle mentioned last Thursday (or at the very least, the light towers that allow the castle to host day/night cricket matches). Yes, it is Light Tower One (or Two or Three or Four) at Bellerive Oval! I know that many visitors will find the notion of getting excited about light towers at sporting arenas quaint, but here in Tasmania they are – for the moment – a new fangled novelty. Remember, we didn’t get television here until 1963!