This will hurt me...

I like to call this series Ezra³ .

The water taxi chugs its way across the Derwent River Estuary towards Sullivan's Cove, perhaps from the Geilston Bay pier, loaded with cranky toddlers ready to hit the pubs and clubs and give the usual gang of pissed idiots a run for their money. One can only hope!

A small boy who thinks that he's a big boy sitting on park bench in Cornelian Bay. Note the seagull on the upper left, the Tasman Bridge in the centre right, as well as the boatsheds on the right. The boatsheds burned down the day after this photo was taken, and no, I don't let Henry play with matches.

These fish have undoubtedly seen better days. The orange fellow in particular seems surprised at his predicament. Henry and I took this snap at the fish mongers at Mures Lower Deck . There is a cruel beauty in the fact that I live in a place that has the world's greatest seafood , and I'm not much of a fan of fish. That said, a nice bit of squid, octopus and the odd John Dorey, and I'll be right!

Right, you've got exactly fifteen seconds to bring me my supermodels back!

Another day, another photograph of rigging. You will note that today, there is no frigging in the rigging , as the navy has just passed a law against such activities. Henry and I did a little experiment before: poem writing. After a long and arduous explanation of rhyme and metre , we set about writing his first ever poem ! Henry supplied the core concept, and the key words that rhyme, I banged it together into something [hopefully] servicable. Without further ado... Henry's First Ever Poem If I were a little fish I would have but just one wish my one wish would be to fly doing such would make me cry

Watching Henry trying to figure out a drinking fountain is one of life's richer pleasures.