2010

Au revoir 2009, you've been a pretty rough year all round, but am glad of your recession to 2010, a hopefully better year.

I'm going to overcome my sudden feelings of melancholy by throwing up this photo of Amy, taken this afternoon in the passing light of Lenah Valley. This photoshoot was organised incredibly quickly, so for it i have to thank Amy's commitment and spontaneity. The last week has all but been a haze of late nights, running food and never finding enough time during the day to recover from the onslaught of yachties and tourists that have filled the restaurants occupying Hobart's waterfront.

Unfortunately, i'm not perfect enough not to make any resolutions for the upcoming year. I've smoked my fair share of cigarettes, piled on countless kilograms and lived my life as if i were constantly driving my car across the Tasman Bridge on its reserve tank. So it's time for some adjustments.

That last paragraph may be riddled with lies.

Alongside self-commitments to take more photographs, i've decided that 2010 is the year of self-destruction. That's right, old man Trent is committed to taking up skateboarding, as a mere test of perseverance. So far i've persevered into a bruised hip and swollen elbow, so who knows what more i can achieve.

So, whilst feeling the warmth of the setting sun upon tanned skin, may i wish everyone the best 2010 they'll ever have.