This will hurt me...

Another day, another photograph of rigging. You will note that today, there is no frigging in the rigging , as the navy has just passed a law against such activities. Henry and I did a little experiment before: poem writing. After a long and arduous explanation of rhyme and metre , we set about writing his first ever poem ! Henry supplied the core concept, and the key words that rhyme, I banged it together into something [hopefully] servicable. Without further ado... Henry's First Ever Poem If I were a little fish I would have but just one wish my one wish would be to fly doing such would make me cry

Here is one from last week. Yes, more rigging set against an ominous sky. Like the weather, I am predictable if nothing else! That said, today I have been treated - incredibly - by a clear blue sky and a nip in the air that suggests the rain may have abated for a while. It has, however, left its mark with the water across the whole waterfront area a lovely shade of brown ( pictures at 10 ). For a second there I was confused, thinking that I was strolling along the Yarra River! In this, the existential melodrama of life took a decidedly Lynchian twist (without any bald midgets).