For Jake

For you, Jake.

After the birthday lunch,

the papparazzi struck.

Jesse with royal souvenir (thanks Fiona!) eating some of the leftovers not yet packed up to go back to Melbourne.

Sorry about the soggy card Jake!

Bridge, Navigators

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Driving out to Navigators on a wet afternoon because I love the old railway bridge out along the Dunnstown Road. It is a  bluetongue lizard of a bridge - squat and solid - over the little hill.

Perhaps Navigators was named after the navvies (navigators) who built the railway underneath and the bridge above?

You can still travel over it, unlike so many of the old bridges round here that just join up abandoned loops of roadway while a concrete bridge carries the traffic along a new bypass.

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Jasmine

The jasmine is flowering over the side fence and I can fill the house with it. Some people find the scent of jasmine cloying, but I cannot have too much of it. Creamy and confident, it goes with the everpresent smell of new mown grass as everyone in the street tidies up ready for summer.

I've had an intense few weeks of thinking about where I want to put my energy this year and of learning new skills.


After a couple of years of just taking potshots with a huge and heavy donated camera, I finally bought myself a tiny camera from Aldi and have done a workshop with Aldona Kmiec whose evocative photos I saw at the Foto Biennale recently.

I've always loved black and white and have been experimenting madly.

I've tried a few portraits, some of which I'll keep.

 

I've done a lot of playing on the internet trying out things like  Flickr, Zotero,Google maps....fascinating stuff, some of it useful, but so time consuming! I can now edit a video with sound (barely), have decided NOT Facebook, found a net of interesting contacts on Twitter, but I haven't had much time for sewing or writing, let alone just walking around and looking. Time to log off, I think, and smell the jasmine.