We are finally on our way – I hope the boat’s gentle rocking puts me to sleep!
Here’s another little one I’m ultra excited to spend time with over the weekend
I was drawn to the delicacy of each petal … the potential encapsulated in the bud …
Did I mention that I like taking photos of flowers? Especially, at this time of year, dahlias. Here’s another image from my flower photo shoot on Friday.
I put a black box behind the flower and it proved to be a good backdrop. A table lamp resting on a box of tissues which was resting on the water jug supplied the lighting. A bit of de-saturation … and there you have it.
The same flower as in yesterday’s post, but different conditions – and a completely different final image.
It’s getting close to dahlia time again … until I can shoot this year’s crop, here’s one from last year.
We (my mother, my sister, and I) popped in to see Dad today. Since August last year my Dad has lived in an aged care residence and the last time I saw him was a few days before he moved in. It was great to see him in his new ‘home’. It’s full of photos of family: his three children, ten grandchildren, and 13 (direct) great-grandchildren – and mementoes of a life well-lived.
Here’s another photo that will take pride of place on his wall!!
* Photo by Debbie
On this day 38 years ago, I became a mother for the first time! In some ways it seems like just the other day, but in many (many) more ways it feels like a lifetime ago. I suppose it was – Ben’s lifetime ago!
Ben was the best baby a new mother could have, particularly one as young as I was at the time. He was happy, content, good natured. With his blue eyes and blonde hair, he didn’t exactly take after me – or his father for that matter – but my mother (who has blue eyes and blonde hair) loved it when people mistook him for her son rather than her grandson.
Ben and I had to stay in hospital for ten days after he was born because he was jaundiced. I had to stop breastfeeding him – in those days breast milk was said to make jaundice worse, but I think the thinking has changed on that in the years since. During those ten days, the babies would be brought around at four hourly intervals to be fed – no feeding on demand back then – and they’d be brought round on a four-berth stainless steel cart with four slots in it for the babies. You could go and visit them in the nursery between feeds, but it wasn’t encouraged. When babies slept (or cried out of ear shot) that was the time for mums to rest.
There was a rule that you weren’t allowed to wash your hair for three days after the birth and you weren’t allowed to eat chocolate or peas (no big loss there) – but there was a smoking room for the mums who smoked.
Matrons controlled the nurses with an iron fist and they all wore hats – it really was a different time.
And now Ben is 38. I can remember when I was 38! When I was 38, my eldest grandson, Ben’s eldest son, had just turned two. Ben’s youngest son is about to turn two in a few months’ time. The circle of life!
Here’s Ben with Grandma – he’s not so chubby anymore, but he’s still as cute!!
Happy birthday Ben xxx
I’m away from home this week and so drawing from my archive. This is a flower I shot in the studio last year … I like the way the light seems to come from the inside of the flower.
Free as a bird!
That’s me right now. Not as in kite surfing, but me as in free as a bird. I am officially between jobs and so am on holidays! Except for teaching … but apart from that, one job finished yesterday and my new one doesn’t start till April 24 … so I could go kite surfing if I wanted to!
The cavernous space is quiet and suffused with late afternoon sunlight … Deb receives some tragic news and sits in quiet contemplation.
On one of Sydney’s railway stations, Tim sits in a cloud of communication.