On Saturday, in front of nine other amateur photographers, Tim Coulson reminded me about that day last year that I cried down the phone to him. I sobbed happiness because he had made me realise [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Oh, I can see the five-year-old here. Yes, yes I can. Poet: Bubba in her bonnet. Bless. There’s so many [...]
When she grows up I’ll tell her about her first year, how we travelled from the beach to the fragrant garden, journeyed through the apple orchards [...]
Last week Daniel started reading The Hobbit to Che. I watched his little face as he was introduced to Bilbo Baggins and then I listened to all the questions he had for Daniel. Later the same day [...]
I write this post as someone who loves taking photos and not, by any means, as a professional photographer. A few years ago I took photos with a point and shoot camera on the automatic setting. I [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He talks while I shoot. I sat him there, on my new Bentwood chair (side-of-the-road find), and he told me a story [...]
A few nights ago I stood at the kitchen window and smelt spring. It was still and calm and a relief to welcome that fresh-with-a-hint-of-warmth scent. I’ve been thinking of it since. [...]
In between rain showers the sun stayed out long enough for us to enjoy home made pizzas, pumpkin soup and cheese muffins. In Mama and Popa’s garden we gathered to celebrate Poet’s [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: wandering and chatting. It’s what we do. Poet: birthday morning breakfast with accompanying ooooooohsIf you [...]
She was unsettled last night so when midnight came round we sang her happy birthday and she sat up in bed, proud as could be, bobbing her head to the tune. This morning she delighted in paper, [...]
Che returned home from a visit to Bunnings as a tired and very emotional spider boy. When I greeted him in shock he got all teary: “Mum, it’s really just me, it’s Che [...]
In the lead up to the children’s birthdays, as I gather ribbon to tie around presents and jot thoughts and wishes on cards, I look at what I’ve bought and always put something back in [...]
