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Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.

Get some rest in Henry. It's going to be a big day tomorrow...

so much depends / upon / a red wheel / barrow

The view towards Melbourne. The scenery atop the Nut. Stanley, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012. If you've ever been to the small seaside town of Stanley, you'll be familiar with The Nut . One of the more distinctive landmarks in Tasmania, The Nut is an old volcanic plug with steep sides that rises up to 143 metres with a remarkably flat top. As you can see, it is possible to walk to the top of The Nut via a steep track (even for a three-year-old). For weaklings and nancies, there is the option of a chairlift... Henry takes a break halfway up the Nut. Stanley, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012. Now, a poem... The Red Wheelbarrow , William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. A Nut panorama. Stanley, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012.

Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.

It's a hard life. Sometimes you just need a good lie down and your head stroked by mother. Wherever you are...

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

It’s nice to have a little sit down when you spend the morning promenading along Bellerive Boardwalk…

Success and failure are equally disastrous.

There is little finer than having a nice old sit down at the end of a long walk. Sure, a spa, foot rub and piping hot mug of gluhwein would have been nice, but easy going chap that he is, Ezra was content with a hard wooden bench .