This will hurt me...

Here is another hairy Henry running for his life. Crocodiles. Today we went to playgroup. No-one else was there. Good thing I have a key.

Ezra has been walking (or thereabouts), for about a week now. I finally got around to videoing him and uploading the bugger.

Sneaking a peek, I can see an icebreaker and an old Manly ferry. The things you'll fund! and it's the past - it's over - remember when - remember when? - remember that? - of course - i do - space and time - i do - worth it's weight - definitely - and it's there - there it is - but i can't tell you anything - i know - don't know how to sleep on my own - i know - i know 'cos i know - come on then - come on down - come on come on - that chick's gone crazy - screaming - yelling - and she sure made a lot of noise

"Looks like you've had a nasty accident there mister..." "You wanna be careful. You wanna look after yourself little better." "A fella could get really hurt" "A fella needs to know who his friends are." "And friends need to look after their friends ." "Kapeesh?"

Here's something different for today's photograph: an Irish stew I made a few weeks back. Modesty prevents me from waxing too lyrical about it's excellent taste. I can, however, share with you a little secret in the cooking. Half the amount of water or stock you put in, and double the amount of stout! I use Cascade Stout , a fine, creamy brew with a hint of chocolate about it. Just the tonic for a shocking winter.

It's another hairy Henry this evening, this time holding out a n olive branch stick for all the peoples of the world. Don't trust him peoples. As soon as you get close enough, he's liable to whack you with the stick and make a run for it!

Late afternoon in Salamanca, and here is a lamp no longer powered by whale blubber oil. It sits atop the entrance to the Salamanca Arts Centre, which doubtless is filled to the brim with testaments to man's inhumanity to man/woman/animals/trees/the planet/common sense and decency. Art these days can be a real drag. Ahhh, but enough about that, today is Theme Thursday , and this week the theme is SHADOW . Of course, late afternoon is a good time to creatively utilise SHADOW in photographic endeavours, that seems too feeble a response. However, the neo-Marxist activities I alluded to yesterday coupled with my self imposed harsh deadlines have forced my hand to rush this week. So here is a bit of short prose I have written right now for your amusement. She liked to think of the world as black and white . The people that she knew were either good or bad . People could be good , but go bad , but he had not heard of someone go from bad to good . The men in her life were gay and straigh...