Ah, the serenity. As a father of four children aged between 4 and 15, I don’t think I’ve ever seen John sit down, and definitely not long enough to read the paper. Must be holidays.
We have headed away to Sawtell for a holiday with eight families, 38 of us in total. Its been a tradition over the last 10 years since the children started kindergarten together. It’s been such a great privilege to watch the children grow over this time, and feel part of such a strong community of friends.
Don’t ask, because I don’t know what it is! Visited Cockatoo Island today to see the Sydney Biennale exhibition, a contemporary visual arts event. Some huge and innovative installations, and all free to wander around and experience. Just don’t ask me to explain what any of it meant.
Spent more time photographing the old machinery and equipment left over from when the island was a naval dockyard and convict settlement. This one is from inside the Turbine Hall.
My children have reached the age where they don’t want me cramping their style when going for a bike ride. So I took solace in my fish eye lens and headed off on a solo bike ride.
Watched the dogs frustrating their owners by sitting in the bath, then jumping straight into the muddy puddles for a roll around. Okay, so teenagers might not be that bad after all.
Spent the morning at a seminar with Dallas Kilponen, a Fairfax photographer for 23 years. His life reads like a Boy’s Own Adventure, with photography assignments taken hanging out of helicopters, onboard maxi yachts in the Sydney to Hobart race, avoiding bull sharks while swimming in Sydney Harbour, poolside at the Olympics etc. He is such an engaging speaker and had us captivated with the stories behind his images ….some of Dallas’ incredible photos.
The changing skyline of Sydney with the addition of the new buildings at Barangaroo on the left of the panorama.
Delighted to mind a friend’s daughter this morning before school. Got to ignore the boring morning routine and instead traipse around in the dew collecting frangipanis and then string together a necklace.
Even wearing his strongest glasses, our cat still finds it difficult to understand a word that is written.
My 8 year old nephew enjoying the spoils of Easter morning, despite discovering the cold, hard facts about how the eggs appeared in his bedroom overnight. At least he had a lot of chocolate to console him.
Spent the weekend with family up on the lake and made the most of the sunshine and warm weather. Four cousins exhausting themselves being towed around behind the boat (while I was trying not to think of the shark we saw last time we were out on the lake).
A mum to three young children, working part-time and running her own business, Juliette definitely has her hands full. Spent a delightful morning with her taking some head shots for the new website she is developing for her business.
Made my first visit to Port Arthur today, the old convict settlement that was established back in 1830. Beautiful grounds, informative tour guides and a mix of restored buildings give you a feel for the layers of history.
However, foremost in my mind was the heartbreaking events of the massacre where 35 people were killed on the site. Next month will be the 20 year anniversary. I found myself in tears a few times during the day, just remembering the stories I had read about the shocking and senseless loss of life.
Back in Hobart and went down early in the morning to Constitution Dock, hoping to photograph a salty old sea dog, preparing to take his fishing trawler out to sea.
Apparently they have a sleep-in on Sundays … so I’ve got the ropes instead.
Took an almost childish delight in sleeping so close to the lighthouse …. waking throughout the night and checking the light was still turning. Out of bed early to scramble over the rocks in the darkness, waiting for the sunrise. It felt like I was a character from one of Enid Blyton’s Famous Five adventures.