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By definition, a government has no conscience. Sometimes it has a policy, but nothing more.

By any other name. Battery Point. June 2013. Oops!

To be witty is not enough. One must possess sufficient wit to avoid having too much of it.

Rosemary. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. September 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

I am a part of everything that I have read.

Leaves. East Derwent Highway, Lidisfarne. July 2012. Another Q and A, another stolen from Sunday Stealing, another The Too Tired to Think Meme, Part 2 . 26. What type of errands do you like running? Errands that get me out and about in the sunshine. 27. Have you ever eaten snow? Only the white snow. 28. What colour are your bedsheets? At the moment they are dark blue. 29. What’s your favourite flower? I do like a nice pansy. Grevillea banksii is also very nice. 30. Do you do ballet? I admire their strength and skill. It does bore me a bit though. 31. Do you listen to classical music? Occasionally I do. I was terribly excited to visit the house where Vivaldi wrote The Four Seasons . 32. What is the first TV Theme song that pops in your head? The Banana Splits . 33. Do you watch Sponge Bob? Yes I do. 34. What temperature is it outside right now? Very cold. Around the 5° Celsius mark. 35. Do people consider you smart? Smart people do. 36. How many pierci...

Truth is so obscure in these times, and falsehood so established, that, unless we love the truth, we cannot know it.

I like Spring best when the skies are blue. York Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. I have A-Negative blood type, which puts me in the company of 3.52 percent of the World's population. Apparently, I should be careful when travelling to parts of the world where supplies of RhD negative blood are rare, particularly East Asia, or at the very least carry a suitcase full of my own blood about with me. Moreover, type A-negative donations are in high demand for red cells, but I've never been stopped in the street and asked for it and have not figured out a way to turn those desirable red cells into hard currency.

If what you have done is unjust, you have not succeeded.

When flowers cry. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. Some days are better than others.