Don’t just look… see!
I am often asked about my photos… what kind of equipment I use and how I manage to get shots that look OK. Me, I can always see major room for improvement in my images, but I do take the…
Three things in one day… thrice!
I am exhausted today. My eyes are red. My hair is unbrushed. I still have my pajama top on (threw on jeans to take Dash to the bus, to present the illusion to the bus driver that I have my…
A day out … golf, adventures and reflections
I know very little about golf. I should really say that up front. I have held a golf club about three times in my life. It’s a frustrating game – both to watch and to play. Or attempt to play.…
Bull-licks of Love
How close have you ever been to a bull? Ever been THIS close?? Well… today is the day. Ready? Got your rubber gloves ready? You’ll find out what I mean shortly! Hello Boy! This is our quietest Little Bull. He…
November Fairy Dust
At the very end of October, every year, something magical happens around Queensland… Actual Fairies visit one night… And sprinkle a little magic through streets and backyards from the city to the bush… . It’s purple fairy dust!. SEE ……
Wagtails: empty nest syndrome
We arrived home from our three-day break, all tanned (OK, not really) and relaxed (OK, not really) and with piles of washing (really!)… . And I thought, while I was unpacking the small mountain of dirty clothes and wet towels…
Afternoon aromas… and city hissy fits!
I was looking forward to a lovely afternoon filled with good vibes and much oral anticipation. …After sorting the Granite Glen house out in the morning, washing a mountain of clothes and doing my best to ignore the smokey haze…
Punters, Elections and Winners in General
It seems that races are commanding attention from one end of this world to the other. As America hurtles towards it historic elections (Tuesday their time) we threw down our (proverbial) tools to pay attention to that most Australian of…
Meet Dash’s feathered (school) friend
I picked Dash up from school one day this week… unusual as he normally catches the little bus to our mailbox (a shed!) about 1km from Granite Glen. I had had to scurry to one of the small towns nearby…
Wee Willy Wagtail – a moment of sudden clarity
You recall how there has been a little tragedy surrounding the Granite Glen Willy Wagtail nest? Even after I did my very best Mother Nature impersonation to save the nest from certain destruction? After I had carefully documented the three…