Perspective
Recent posts have made me think a lot about perspective. In a literal kinda way. About how the angle that you look at things from really colours the way you SEE something. Like when something LOOKS closer or more threatening…
More Bull! With Manners Please…
I was going to do a Wordless Wednesday pic series. Then I realised that I don’t do wordless very well. And it’s not Wednesday. So I didn’t. … You all got me thinking, with your reaction last post to this…
Oz Zoo by BB: a visual assault
Last week, the Granite Glen gang visited Australia Zoo. G’day Steve… the man was looking at us from almost every vantage point on the road in, and from monitors scattered throughout the Zoo. It could have been creepy but was…
Ekka explorers
It’s a fact: I love heights.Always have – looooove looking down over the edge of tall buildings. Or hanging out the side of a motorised hang-glider a few hundred metres up over Noosa, or a helicopter over bushfires… the trait…
Little Woman, Big Cowgirl.
The Little Woman went for a ride this week. She loves horses. She loves to ride. But she had never been out in the paddock before. So, as the sun finally shared it’s warming rays, and Rob Roy allowed himself…
Sliding Doors moment: weddings or whips?
The Little Woman had a lot of influences on her wee little imagination lately. First she “attended” a wedding at which her mother was simultaneously having a nervous breakdown AND taking wedding photos. This is TLW taking in proceedings. And…
Brothers and Sisters…
Sometimes, the stars align at Granite Glen… … That moment when my feng shui and karma and my generall goodwill to mankind (OK this last bit might be a bit of overkill) all come back to me in the form…
Big Smoke (and a PS)
Recently, we had an unexpected trip to the Big Smoke.… The kids, SSB and I enjoyed the chance to catch up with some (city-based) family and the change in scenery. And the chance to dress up like the city folk…
Words weavers
The Amazing Shirley, at Rhubarb Whine, recently did a beautiful post on the love of language. It rang true with me… while I’m not into the type of verbose prose that numbs one’s brain into submission, I do adore the…
One Little Woman. Lots of Little Bulls.
It’s weaner handling time here at the Granite Glen house. I would call it a homestead, but that would make it all sounds a bit …grand. So instead of something grand, you need to clear you mind of anything remotely…