I’m reviving a mini version of the 365 day photo challenge, which went by the wayside a few months ago. I’ll be publishing my favourite photo of the day.
This is the gorgeous lady who greeted as at Avalon airport when we arrived yesterday afternoon.
Dad tells me these type of statues are scattered throughout Victoria… so looking forward to finding more. And it is OK – as far as statues go, they are pretty tame, despite being traumatised forever by Stephen Moffat’s Weeping Angels.
I did something slightly crazy today.
I took all my old drafts and mark-ups ( a pile around 4cm thick) which had just been sitting there, doing nothing… and I burnt them in a mini bonfire in the back yard. I took some rocks from around the pool and made a fireplace (something I’ve been meaning to do for the longest time and just never moved beyond the idea of..) and set about the task of turning them to dust.
Before you call the mental health professionals there was method in my madness. As I was cleaning up my desk (so I could finally return to it after an 8 week absence due to piles of CRAP!) I came across a timeline/flow chart I wrote out in the dead of night in December last year as I was checking all the stories for The Red Book actually fit.
It seemed disrespectful to then take that and throw it in the recycling. So I hit on the idea of burning it. I took the mortar out on the back verandah and watched it burn. That’s where I got the idea to burn everything I didn’t want any longer. I love fire (I’m a double fire sign) and there is something cathartic about committing something to flames.. the ashes then go in my vegie garden.
The Phoenix is one of my favourite mythical images and I am hoping that by committing these past works to ashes something brand new and brilliant will rise from the smouldering remains. To prove my timing will always be impeccable this year… just as I committed the final pile to the flames the rain came down. Standing in it I felt cleaned and empty in a good way. Ready to fill up on new writing adventures.
Today I became the Mum of a primary school student. More tears on my part and feeling sad that it is the end of an era and the start of another.
He was VERY brave. Looking forward to hearing the joys of school this afternoon.
The best summation for me was a mixture of relief, grief, happiness, freedom and emptiness. You know the feeling you get in your tummy… but you never tell anyone about. That was me!
So the next great adventure is just around the corner, peeking and winking at me…
Every year when we go to the Book Fair we find something interesting in the pages of one book.
This time is was a ticket to Michael Jackon’s 1996 World Tour ‘History’. Well it really is history with the passing of Jackson last year.
Dave wondered how much something like this would go for on eBay?
I wondered if the person who originally owned the book was doing field research on whether or not Jackson may have been an alien in disguise?
The moon, the moon the big fat moon… Waxing towards full.
I was surprised how hard it was to keep the apparently still moon in the frame and get a shot. Have admiration now for whoever filmed the Eclipse in the Maldives now.
Our old housemate has moved across to South Brisbane – this was one of the windows in the house next door.
I love the afternoon sun hitting the fancy glass, and the curtain patient on the window sill for the next breath of wind to fly again.
(Loving the amazing zoom on our new camera.)
It was another birthday party… this time with a Thomas cake and LOTS of candles. Happy 6th Birthday Liam and Happy Birthing Day Laney.