Here’s a photograph I took with a borrowed camera during the Easter weekend. It came out rather dark, so please view the picture in full screen mode after sunset with the lights off. Any light reflecting off your computer screen will ruin it for you.
My sister is currently living in the town of Waikerie, continuing her medical studies. During the week from 28 September to 5 October, I took part in a houseboat holiday along the Murray River, and saw where Rebecca now lives for the first time. The houseboat was Too Irresistible.
Relatives who joined us for this holiday (other than my immediate family) were Auntie Sue, Rosemary, Kaye, Robert, Katrina, Kate, Leah. Ellis (my sister’s fiance) was there too. Kaye joined us on Tuesday 2 October, and Robert and his family left us on Wednesday. Kate and Leah were at first apprehensive, but soon came to enjoy being on the boat.
Originally, I didn’t think that I would stay for the whole week, because I was under the impression that we would be sharing bedrooms. However, I did get a bedroom to myself, and therefore felt able to stay.
I am currently staying at my parents’ place while my own home is being renovated by professional painters. To entertain readers of this blog while I’m away from home, I thought I’d post a few photographs. I intend to take more photographs over the rest of the week, and will probably add them to this post rather than starting a new one, so watch this space.
Some of the photographs from around here that I’ve posted to this blog before include:
There are 16-17 new photographs below this line.
When I was at my parents’ place over Christmas, I took several photographs in the town of Maitland. The following, of the cemetery, is my favourite.
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Dad, my sister and I went to the beach for a few hours today. The other two went sailing on the catamaran. That isn’t my thing, so I entertained myself on the beach. I took several photographs, of which the following is the best.
It’s the north beach at Balgowan, on Yorke Peninsula, as viewed from the eating area outside the Clifftop Kiosk. Click the thumbnail to enjoy.
Later this evening, Uncle Rodney’s family (eight people if you include my cousins’ boyfriends) came for a few hours, beginning with tea, for which Grandnan and Papa were also brought out from The Village. It was good; we had tea out on the lawn and acknowledged both Christmas past and New Years Day yet to come.
I had tea with some friends this evening. They showed me their copy of Space: The Ultimate Frontier by Micheal Sharpe, which they recently bought (oddly, a Google search turns up only one site with information about the book, not counting ebay).
I was looking at the pictures, and came across something remarkable: a NASA photograph in which Yorke Pensinsula (where my parents live and I went to school) is very much the focal point. In the book, the photograph is almost (but not quite) poster-size and very impressive.
Here is the photograph I’m talking about. The fact that Yorke Peninsula (the leg-shaped thing in the middle) is so perfectly framed is very special.
Wouldn’t mind getting that on a poster, actually.
Esmeraldus (aka Stacie) has asked me to post more photographs. Alert to the fact that Esmeraldus didn’t actually say they had to be photographs that I’ve taken personally, I’ve decided to share a photograph of a photograph that wasn’t.
This seaside sunset picture was taken by my late grandmother. When the relevant set of photographs were developed, this one came back with a sticker on it saying something like, “Congratulations on an excellent photograph” and advertising the service of having it enlarged and framed. Encouraged by her grandchildren, she accepted the offer, and the enlarged photograph hung on my grandparents’ wall thereafter. And now it’s on mine.
I took the picture of the picture from an oblique angle in order to minimise problems with reflections. I realise this means you don’t really see it properly, but it’s much better skewed than obscured; an image of me holding a camera would entirely spoil it. Click on the thumbnail to enjoy.
Today’s photograph is of a bridge over the Forth and Clyde Canal in Glasgow.
I took the photograph when we visited Europe in 2000, but the reason for the photograph is that it’s the site of a notable incident in my childhood.
Back when I was five years old, we took a boat holiday on the canal, and during one moment where I got rather excitable (as kids that age are inclined to be), I accidentally knocked Dad’s glasses off his face and into the canal. I understand that he was not pleased.
If you know the story of Glasgow’s coat of arms, and believe in narrativium, then you might expect that Dad’s glasses were later miraculously recovered. Surprisingly, however, they weren’t, and presumably still lie buried in the mud beneath the water. Apparently it’s true that narrativium doesn’t exist on Roundworld.
This is a post about locations on my parents’ farm that have some special significance or story to tell. To start with, here’s a picture of one of them. We call it the crocodile tree.
