Melbourne 2009.

Finally got to the Melbourne Cup.  Not at all disappointed.  Think I look a bit like my Paternal Grandmother in this photo.  Loved my hat.  Very crowded day. Lovely breakfast with Dugz and Steph before we set off.

Visiting Noosa Heads for the first time

Rider, horse, chicken and spaniel

A loves her chookies.  She has become quite adept at catching thm and carting both around.  This photograph shows her with Snowy.  Snowy seems ever patient.  Dragonfly looks on. sometime in September 2009

Picnicing at Wivenhoe

We went to Wivenhoe on the weekend and had a picnic.  I love the colours and the distance.  I also like the solitude.

I love the lines and the colours.  The reflection and again the solitude.

This is what it was like driving there.  I wanted to see whether I could let the viewer experience the drive.  The way there was at times dull however I think you can get a sense of travelling towards some destination.

Saturday near Redcliffe

We went for a drive towards Redcliffe and stopped for lunch at a sort of pub.  The usual fare…..not very exciting. A good verdello though.  This photograph sort of shows the old with the new and the loneliness rather than solitude that they’ve achieved.  Pretty in isolation, but I don’t know if anyone sits there.  A wonderful view but surrounded by medium high rise and new a jetty with attempts to inform visitors of the past.  There was a comment that the whole area was very low. What if a tidal wave came? hummmm

Picnicing at Wivenhoe

Today we went for a picnic at Wivenhoe Dam in the Brisbane Valley.  The colours were beautiful.  Very muted blue, greys and creams.  We found a spot where only electric powered boats or sail were permitted.  Very peaceful and anyone else there were similiarly quiet. 

I’m showing you three photographs.  The first two are at the picnic spot.  These are my colours.  The third photograph is on the way.  I just wanted to see how a photograph would look from the windscreen.  Whether the viewer would get the feeling that they were travelling too.

Well here we go, and where do I start

sometimes A did like to push D around

Let’s see.  This is supposed to contain photographs, so here is the first.  We lived in Emerald before going to Iraq for a couple of years.  Emerald was a sunny and happy place to bring up children.   I think this old doll’s stroller was given to us by some people called “The Flanders”.  It was probably pretty bashed up when we were given it and it certainly didn’t improve.  Don’t suppose D’s weight helped.  You can see I’s vegetable garden in the background.  I thought he was a bit uncool doing this as it very closely resembled his father’s response to family and marriage.  He turned into a bit of a nerd after we married, but he was a very attentive parent to his first two children.  Lost the plot before long though.  The third child missed out completely with his plot loosing.  Every garden in Emerald that belonged with an “expat” (not a local) had a growing mass of banana trees.  Often these just spread and spread.  Some of our neighbours embarked on poplar trees as well…..big mistake, they go anywhere.  I think I determindedly poisoned them one night.  He was fond of taking things into his own hands. 

Just looking at the photo and I have no idea what posessed me to dress D in that terrible greenish colour.

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