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Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip.

What beast begat such marks upon their journey thither? Little Howrah Beach, August 2011. Little feet dainty little feet delicate small feet elegant modest feet graceful slight feet refined petite feet exquisite diminutive feet pretty tiny feet petite minute feet neat miniature feet subtle unassuming feet tormenting unpretentious feet alluring diffident feet teasing humble feet attractive meek feet persuasive reticent feet influential ordinary feet convincing reasonable feet believable deferential feet credible obliging feet. What sort of feet do you have?

Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.

Let us not forget the forgotten victims of the torrents of rain Hobart has seen for the past four months: the worms . I photographed this worm holocaust in a Battery Point park. Yes, it is the broken bodies of millions thousands hundreds dozens tens of worms drowned in a ditch. It was a difficult image to capture through the tears.