There is no time like the end of one year and the beginning of another to experience the reality of past, present, and future all becoming one. We look back, reflect, count both our blessings and our sorrows. We live in the moment, watching a ball drop in a cold and windy city where millions of people stand, even as we do also, jumping up, hugging and kissing one another, sipping champagne, welcoming the New Year. We can smell the carrot.

Sketching on the waterfront in Hobart again. It started to rain just as I was finishing off, after starting in bright sunshine. Lots more to draw down here on my next visit. Lamy Safari with Noodlers BP Black, white gel pen and water colour in sketchbook. I just finished in time before the rain came.

On On the Road Again. These young bulls are at a farm in northern Florida that my brother in law works at. I love farm scenes because they remind me of my younger days.

Why does your identity as heterosexual or homosexual, transgender or cisgender, matter when you are not having sex and not trying to have sex? Friday, January 1, 2010. Little Beginnings - Discovering Gender Dysphoria at age 3-4 through the Gender Trap. Why? My parents also instilled in me the value of keeping a promise.