Lunch

"Alright guys, I might be late from lunch.  I'm seeing dad while he goes through his next session."
With that I got the heck outta dodge! 

We chatted about work, the news, overclocking computers and mum heading back to Cairns to make
sure her resturant is okay as well as poke fun at each other.  It's a comforting feeling when you're just shooting the proverbial with family.  It's better when you realise how much it means to yourself.

Twice a month...get creative

Okay, okay, EVERYDAY I take a few shots and sometimes really create an image that I love but for most of the time they are images that I'll keep to remind me of who I was.  The other effect of constantly creating images is when I'm out shooting for clients is the images come to me easier.  It keeps the ol' gears going, it keeps my creative engine warm otherwise I'll end up pulling the photographer's equivilent of a ham string and "Brain go dark, Mongo no more make photo."


And that just won't do!


So from the sunrise in my mirrors....

To my dog on the dining room carpet...

To my missus' farrier...

To the monthly shoots I have within the community of local photographers...

To my dad going through a session of Chemo...

...it all works to keep me going as a human being.  I love photography, I love to live it, I love want it gives me.

It's bedtime

The light was right and I had only just sat back in bed and there she was smiling back at me. 
Have you ever stopped to stare at a smile?  The eyes have it when it's real.

Maggie, I love you.

Day Five

It's a simple snack.  Spinach and fetta in a puff pastry triangle that once baked produces the glorious creation that is the pastizzi.  I love mine a little doughy so I don't bake it anywhere near as much as most but just enough to brown up the tips which ensures that most of the pastry gets into you rather than pastizzi fodder all over the livingroom carpet!

Maggie seems to becoming more brave on crutches and exploring the house.  The shower is a better experience too as we've got the process down pat.  Towels out, milk crate in the stall, lower, shower, dry and towels into the bucket and milk crate in the bath.

She'll be dancing soon!

So much for commuting...

I started off that seven day post much like a lot of things, with a particular focus in mind and it didn't work out that way.

Yesterday a mate, Ben had a birthday dinner at Libertine's in North Melbourne.  Out came the pig before it was carved.  The ladies ooohed and aaaahed, the men grunted their approval and called him Arnie the pig.  I can't begin to describe how manificient Arnie tasted.  I've never used succulent to describe meat before because there was always something missing or something that detracted. 

Arnie was the best darned serve of pork I've had yet and serves up as Day four.