I can’t imagine living here … but someone did, a long time ago when people were tough and lived and worked in the bush, away from cafes and the library.

I can’t imagine living here … but someone did, a long time ago when people were tough and lived and worked in the bush, away from cafes and the library.

This preening male was in competition with another for the attentions of a rather dowdy female.
She didn’t seem impressed.

From the archive.
Burnie, Tasmania, is home to these interesting creatures …

From the archive.
This rose from the backyard in Burnie is a very early shot when I was still new to photography but it remains one of my favourites.

From the archive.
The web looks fragile but holds great weight.
We can be like that too.

One from the archives
Give me a home among the gum(boot) trees …

Exterminate …

The joy of being surrounded by children and grandchildren cannot be overstated.
Here I am with my two daughters, their partners and their combined families … 10 children between them. That’s 10 of my 18 grandchildren gathered in the one spot at the one time, and I was fortunate enough to be there at the same time. How blessed am I?*

*very
From left to right:
Michael, Rochelle, Izzy (in the pram), Jack, Max, Jordan, Sakye, Abby, Me, Noah, Macey, Ronan, John, Emma, Lincoln (in the pram).
Flowers in the garden, make me happy,
Grandkids, running riot, does it too.

I like it best,
when the sun is out…
It’s a good day,
Sunshine.
