This will hurt me...

A hole in the fence. Clarke Avenue, Battery Point. May 2012. Sunday Top Five day and this morning another reminder of the joys of children! Dear Little Ezra® came in to our bedroom this morning with some fanfare, announcing that it was his intention to vomit right there and then. Cue lots of frantic rushing about to ferry said child to toilet, get a hold of a large bowl for any other spillage and so on. I will confess to being slightly sceptical about the validity of the initial claim (this is my nature), I did set about addressing the strict list of demands advanced by my youngest son (while he convalesced in bed, ( my bed, with my wife and my electric blanket on). Anyway, this list of demands (i.e. breakfast) is today's list: Five Things That Ezra Requested (And Ate) For Breakfast, Thus Really Establishing The Fact That He Is Not - Contrary To His Claims Otherwise - In Fact Sick! A croissant(hot) A large bowl of Coco Pops 'Chex' (with milk) A large bowl o...

Escaping convicts? Coming up to the dog line, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasman Peninsula, January 2011. Just the two finished in what has been a hectic week for me, but what a two! Seize the Day is the first Saul Bellow novel that I’d ever read. It will not be the last. An intense little book, it centres on a day in the life of Tommy Wilhelm, a frustrated fellow who is suffering from what we now might call a ‘mid-life crisis’. Written in 1957, it is a rather prescient observation of the emergent egocentric neurosis that seemed to overtake many in the industrialised world in the following decades. It’s a great study of character and crisis, with one of the more beautifully-constructed endings that I’ve had the pleasure of reading. There’s no real sympathetic character in this book, but in the end it doesn’t really matter. We get our moment of catharsis. Very highly recommended. Penelope Fitzgerald's The Blue Flower has been called her masterpiece by some critics (others have been less kind...

If you don’t mind the hubris, I quite like this photo. Henry, Ezra, Jennifer and I popped down for a stroll a couple of Sunday’s ago on Bellerive Beach. As usual, we kept an eye out for Noahs , but the real action was in the subtle interplay between sky and sand, light and dark. Expect more.

Looking through a hole in the back fence, April 2010 . Good Friday, eh? I bet Jesus is wondering what was so good about it!