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He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.

Here are the gang anxiously waiting the attack of the rogue emus . I like this one, it has a touch of "invasion of Normandy" about it. Note Ezra's cool indifference, yet the more experienced Henry's marked anxiety...

One swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.

Some pretty flowers that can be found in the park in Battery Point. I'm not sure of its name, but I expect that it is something dull like Battery Point Park . For the sake of brevity, let's just call it the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion . Anyway, I'm frequently spending my lunch break seated in the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion reading. It beats fishing.

Dem Hahn, der zu früh kräht, dreht man den Hals um.

Somebody asked what Ezra was doing when I posted the photo of Henry and the rabbit. HERE is what Ezra was doing when Henry was patting the rabbits. He was trying to pick them up. To throw or eat, I am not certain...

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

My beautiful little angel and oldest son, Henry , turns the big THREE today. I thought that I'd honour the little bugger with a trip down memory lane while I get stuck in to making pancakes for breakfast! Happy birthday Henry, you handsome devil!

Education is the journey from cocksure arrogance to thoughtful uncertainty.

Henry has a touch of Russian special forces operative here. I like it. We're getting ready for his birthday: just FOUR HOURS TO GO ! [Please note the Israeli special forces operative lurking in the background...]

Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three.

Theme Thursday again, and we're talking TRAFFIC. This set of signs down near the waterfront never ceases to amuse me. Some might speculate that the two people in the yellow sign are merely attempting to inform oncoming TRAFFIC to be aware of the likelihood of people crossing the road. However, I rather think of them fleeing (yes fleeing ) the aforementioned toilets . Look at the barely controlled aggression the the larger , much older , male of the pair. The dominance of his action is almost palpable. Oh yes, he's a wrong 'un all right. Now look at her . The cowering subservience. The timidity of a girl who has been kicked in the guts by life, only to meet a fellow who helps her out, tells her that he loves her, only to kick her in the guts again. What happened in those toilets is what I want to know. What crack the fine veneer of the older suitor's façade? What prompted this scene? An unwanted child? A run in with the law? A stray, seemingly innocuous text message f...

He advocated thrift and hard work and disapproved of loose women who turned him down.

" MUST... get... camera... " " Must... GET... camera... " " Must... get... CAMERA... "