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When everything is easy one quickly gets stupid.

The dead centre of town. Cornelian Bay Cemetary, Cornelian Bay (as seen from Derwent Avenue). February 2012. Theme Thursday today and more and more pointless meetings mean that I am now seeing DOUBLE. Why DOUBLE? Well, I can't be sure, but I suspect that has something to do with the brick walls that I have been head-butting...

A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice.

[Whispers] Henry can see dead people.

Better that the light cloud should fade away into heaven with the morning breath, than travail through the weary day to gather in darkness

Back when Tasmania was still Van Diemen's Land, a lot of babies died. A lot of babies. Earlier this week I spent my lunch break wandering around St David's Park here in Hobart looking at the gravestones they tore up to make a park. I snapped a few photos off, and noticed the preponderance of children's gravestones. The stones alone tell a bit of a story so I'll keep my mouth shut and let you look.