Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic

I’m not even in this photo but it always makes me feel nostalgic; in fact I wasn’t even born.

These are my siblings running under the sprinkler in our garden – thats Emjay with her arms up, jumping with joy.

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We had a damn and bore water so no worries about water wastage. Dad set it all up so Mum could have this massive beautiful garden oasis in the middle of the dry red land we lived in.

I love this photo, it sums up my whole – Embrace simplicity – philosophy. But I mostly love it because they’re my sibs, my originals. As most of you know, my father died last year and just recently a good friend of mine lost her brother to cancer and we were talking about it and how it’s really sad when one of your parents or your siblings die because they’re the ones who have known you for your whole life. Sure you go off and have a life and marry and have your own kids but they don’t really know you, not like your originals do.

It’s the same sort of thing with friends – I tell my kids that they should try to stay friends with at least one of their childhood friends because it’s really good to know someone who knew you before you became a worker, a wife, a mother, a carer and whatever else you become.

Of course we all weren’t super happy fabulous 100% of the time but we were just – us.

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Weekly photo challenge: Up

I always have plenty of things to look at when I take a walk along the beach be it up, down, over or out to sea. I could never classify it as a power walk or any kind of calorie burning workout because I usually just dawdle along checking things out and stopping all the time to take photos and look around.

It’s a good place for hang gliders with plenty of high cliffs to jump off and parks and beaches to land on not to mention the view they have from up there. ┬áIt’s nice watching them loop about and float around – this guy was coming in to land.

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Weekly (iphone) photo challenge: my neighbourhood

Well I live in an old area, the house I live in was built in 1895 and that’s pretty average for the houses in this suburb. It has a reputation for being a rough sort of place and when you tell people you live here they’re always pretty surprised that you haven’t been beaten or bashed or had your car stolen or your house broken in to or that you actually chose to live here without being forced to. It’s the sort of place where they think you need a big lock on your back gate. And I have one.

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But I have to say that I’ve lived here for a couple of years now and honestly, nothing’s ever happened. Sure there are a few hookers roaming around and a handful of people who look as if they need some help from the mental health unit and there were those drug dealers who crashed the stolen car outside our house and were chased by the police and police dogs and ended up being caught right under my bedroom window and of course there was the little girl who took the live hand grenade to school for show and tell but seriously, I have never felt in any danger.

I’d just like to add that when Chicken Little saw those two police dogs outside the window she lost her shit. Here they were wrestling this guy to the ground and here was Chicken Little in her black rebel t-shirt and her diamonte cat collar (because her neck is to skinny for a dog collar) just wanting to kill them.

Anyway the place gained it’s reputation a long time ago when the steelworks were here and it was a real working class suburb full of real hard working men and their families living under a coat of dust and pollution while ten minutes drive down the road were the beach suburbs where all the toffs lived who looked down their noses at the poor old dirty steel workers.

So even though the steelworks closed down years ago the perceptions remain although of course these days no one can afford to buy into the beach suburbs and all the young couples are buying here because it’s still pretty cheap but it’s only ten minutes drive from the beaches, the shopping centres, the hospitals and the university.

It’ll be interesting to see where it goes.

The coal train line runs two streets behind us – they run 24/7 – full of coal going into the harbour to be loaded onto the ships and the empties go back up the valley to be filled up again. I’m often awake through the night and I hear them groaning and screeching, it’s sort of like an orchestra warming up. We have to walk or drive over this bridge to get anywhere.

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There’s plenty of graffiti about the place. Enough to make me wonder if I really do want a big new front fence because I’m sure it’d just be screaming out for someone to hit it with the spray paint. Although the fence we have now cops a bit but it doesn’t really bother me because it’s not as if I can see it when I’m inside. (This is not my front fence!)

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Ahhh, 5 o clock, this is where I like to sit on my back verandah and watch the world go by for a while before I start cooking dinner. I always go out first thing in the morning as well while I’m waiting for the jug to boil and for Chicken to go to the toilet and sniff about the back yard to make sure everything is in order. It may not be an ocean view but it’ll do me for now.

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Weekly photo challenge: my 2012 in pictures

I only need one photo to sum up my 2012.

It’s hard to believe that it’s almost a year since my father died but his death in January really influenced every thing else that happened in 2012. It really was hard to go anywhere, do anything, see something without thinking about him and not always in a sad way.

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December was tough and I felt on edge for most of it, always on the verge of tears over ridiculous things. Last Christmas we had such a good day – Dad was home for the day and he was happy and healthier than he had been for months. That next week we were out shopping for a better scooter so he could get home more often and three weeks after that he was dead.

His grandsons carried him out of the chapel which was nice – he would have liked that.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise

Welcome to my parlour said the elephant to the Barbie with very large eyes.

Sometimes I take photos without my glasses on so it’s a surprise to see what they’re of once I get them onto the computer and view them through the lens of my (increasingly expensive) specs. So I had to laugh when I saw that my elephant statue had photo bombed Barbies photo shoot of her good self with her very cool hairdressing salon chairs.

photobombed Barbie