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All nature wears one universal grin.

Kelp gull on wing. Derwent foreshore, Lindisfarne. August 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

Calisthenics + jigsaws x In Memoriam A. H. H. = trouble ...

I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 96% how I react to it.

The plan is: get up a good head of steam, run like the clappers, just before hitting the river, take off . Eventually we'll get to the mountain.

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

Little planes zipping about give the kiddies and I such pleasure. We see them here and there, and it never fails to amuse. I snapped this little bloke re-enacting the bombing of Guernica just outside our backyard! The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner , by Randall Jarrell From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. Authors note: "A ball turret was a Plexiglas sphere set into the belly of a B-17 or B-24, and inhabited by two .50 caliber machine-guns and one man, a short small man. When this gunner tracked with his machine guns a fighter attacking his bomber from below, he revolved with the turret; hunched upside-down in his little sphere, he looked like the foetus in the womb. The fighters which attacked him were armed with cannon firing explosive shells. The hose was a s...

Seldom ever was any knowledge given to keep, but to impart; the grace of this rich jewel is lost in concealment.

No blue in the sky today, we're back to hours and hours and hours of non-stop rain. That said, I can still fondly recall the seagulls gracefully searching for chips in that big blue sky of last Friday... As ever, I am remain incredibly busy, and can only apologise for neglecting you all terribly .

This is Australia...

Here you can see a shag take wing on the Derwent. Yesterday we had an odd sort of a day. Lots of rain, started off cool but got increasingly humid as the day wore on. It was rather uncomfortable by late afternoon, with everyone sweaty and cranky. The icy poles didn't last too long after the were broken out. The above photo is mine, but I have a few others to share below that I can't claim credit for. It's a big country, Australia. Sometimes events in different states serve to illustrate that very well. Over the last couple of days, two stories have featured heavily in the news. One concerns the intense bushfires that appear to have killed quite a few people across the state of Victoria. As this photo courtesy of the ABC demonstrates, it must have been pretty unpleasant out there. The other story is happening in North Queensland . Heavy rains have caused some reasonably severe floods in a lot of areas. The photo below isn't of a fish farm, it's some cattle yards c...

Up, up and away, in my beautiful, my beautiful BAAA-LOOOON...

So here I am in the skies above a fresh Hobart summer's morn. I quite like the top photograph, the geometric lines of the wing and pastoral beauty of the sun-dabbled land below is a subtle mix of images that I do like very much. Photos taken from a plane are rarely successful, in my experience, so I was quite happy with the way that that these ones turned out. This second image is an aerial shot of Cambridge, the location of ‘Hobart’ airport. Apologies for the brevity of the post. It is a bloody madhouse here today, and when you’re the boss (and believe me I feel so grubby saying that), every bastard wants a piece of you!