For Christmas last year, my younger sister decided to gift her immediate family (and my very English boyfriend) with a group surf lesson. If I said we were all equally thrilled and excited by the idea, I would be telling a big fat porky pie. Reactions ranged from enthusiasm and excitement to fear and loathing. Nevertheless, on a warm overcast day in Cronulla, we all showed up at the beach. For some it was to conquer a fear, for others, to try something new and for one because he wasn’t given a choice.
The following photograph was taken at the end of our lesson.
A couple of us actually managed to stand up and ride a wave or two to shore and the majority of us escaped without injury.
The head injury happened shortly after this photograph was taken…
There he is in the background, I’m sure you’ll all agree, that’s not the correct way to ride a surf board. From here he managed to dismount the board so clumsily that it launched in the air and landed, fin first, on his head. His prize for that was a 3cm cut on his head, a patch up from the lifeguards and a trip to the nearest hospital to get stitched up.
He also managed to give a good giggle to the locals who watched him walk down the beach wearing a “learn to surf” rash shirt and a bandage on his head.
Kids are great. They’re so much fun and so easily pleased…said the Aunty. I’m capable of having just as much energy as they do for the few hours that I’m on duty. I’m also happy to buy them treats and let them lick the beaters when we bake cupcakes… but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them out number me. That’s why, when I was asked to babysit my beautiful niece and two gorgeous little nephews, I had to call in the reinforcements.
Ladies and gentlemen, team babysitting: because they should never outnumber you.
Please note that I routinely cheat on “weekly photo challenges”. I did not take this photograph, I was busy babysitting but aren’t we an awesome little community.
Here’s something you don’t expect to see on a beautiful, sunny coastal walk…
My guess is someone’s trip home from the pub went horribly wrong. One man’s path is another man’s short cut. I was also somewhat amused by this sticker on the side of the car…
I guess off-roading is not this little wagon’s sport.
The layers of a perfect summer lunch at The Scarborough Hotel. A beautiful blue sky, above a much bluer ocean. Lush green grass dotted with sun sheltered picnic tables and a perfect meal of fresh seafood, resting on a table that overlooks such a splendid panorama.
My mother doesn’t like pink frangipanis. She said she read a book once where the flowers of an unnatural colour were evil and frangipanis should be white.
I took this photograph of a Jacaranda tree a few weeks ago, turned it upside down and loved it…but it is a little bit eerie. It also has an horrific story behind it.
Today I spent some time in Brooklyn, NSW, hanging out with a few giant pelicans. Seriously, these things were enormous and not shy at all. I couldn’t think of a better time to snap a horizon shot, talk about sky meeting earth!
I also managed to get this great shot of a pelican who’d had enough of the earth and took to the sky…
Just to put things in perspective, I’m 183cm (6 feet) tall!
This week’s photo challenge (The Hue of You) inspired me to tell a story about a photograph of me that I love. Clearly the hue in this photograph is a striking, glamorous, vibrant, perfect red…
Obviously I didn’t take this photograph. It is the work of an amazing Australian fashion photographer by the name of David Gubert. On this occasion, I spent a solid two hours with Brad Mullins (hairstylist extraordinare) adding layers of extra hair section by section before moving down the production line to Katrina Raftery, who effortlessly and expertly applied my glamorous make-up . I was also lucky enough to be bathed in spectacular lighting before the rest of my flaws were seen to by a few hours of retouching. The girl in that picture isn’t me at all, she’s an artwork produced by a brilliant team of professionals, I was merely the canvas.
Last weekend, I took the following self portrait…
This is me after a day at the races. I’m happy, relaxed, my long wear hot pink lipstick is nowhere to be seen and my freckles are no match for what’s left of my foundation. The hue in this photograph is a far cry from striking red but I like to think it’s still pretty. It’s an elegant, pastel pink, the canvas stripped bare. Ok, almost bare, there’s a definite hint of mascara that’s in it for the long haul.
By the way, that’s Meb in the background being quietly amused by me taking a “selfie” with a DSLR camera.