I’m going back about three months for my response to “waiting”, to the day our grandson finally made his appearance. We all got up indecently early, because my daughter and her partner had a theatre date and they had to be at the hospital at a certain time. So Juni and I (Granny), were up before the birds too.
Of course, things didn’t go to schedule, and someone needed the theatre more urgently, so June and I were at home doing the usual things, texting Mummy at times, and waiting, waiting, waiting. At last the news came – a baby brother for Juni, and a grandson for me. A dainty little chap at just under 11lb, he hasn’t looked back and is growing, as is proper for babies, like a mushroom. There was a gift from him to June waiting at the hospital, but he needn’t have worried – she adores him!
Everything has structure, I guess, although not always photogenic. Still, as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, photogenic must be in the eye of the photographer…
I’ve chosen one image of man-made structure, and two natural. The structure of the buds fascinated me, and the sun behind the tree highlights the structure of the branches. The old pressed glass bottles are tantalisingly displayed behind frosted glass in what was once an internal window. My Dad built shelves into one side of what used to be a sliding door and I recently added upcycled frosted glazed doors to the open side to make a shallow cupboard of sorts. I have since applied a film to the old plain glass. The plan was for more privacy while still letting in light, but I am constantly delighted by the appearance of ghostly forms through the frost.
Standing on the corner, or in the corner… so many possible angles to this challenge….
I’ve chosen a corner of my life – and the corners of my sunroom, which I’ve been redecorating and decluttering (work in progress!)for some time. My Dad built this room – an extension of the existing verandah – about 25 years ago. It was his therapy after my sister died, and it’s served a number of functions over the years. On a sunny winter afternoon, the couch is the best seat in the house – and a favourite spot for the cat, of course.
Taking photos of my decor gives me a greater appreciation for the work of interiors photographers – there’s more too it than plumping the cushions and clicking the button! I suspect that someone does a lot of tidying and “editing” of the homes we see in magazines. I’d love to see before and after styling pics – I think they’d be instructive!
The theme for this week is Delta – where a river transitions into the ocean. I haven’t seen or photographed any literal deltas lately – maybe not ever – so I’ve been thinking about what a metaphorical delta might be.
I recently told one of my sons that I definitely didn’t want to buy another desk, because I had a perfectly good table I could use. But then someone donated this desk to the oppy/thrift store where I volunteer – and I changed my mind, even though I need to rearrange furniture in three rooms to make space for it. At the moment, this process is in transition -similar(ish) to a river making it’s way into the sea, there is a lot of chaos on the surface!
It’s going to be a lovely, calm room, once I get past the rough inter-tidal zone of working out where everything goes. Those green turtles came from Christmas crackers one year – almost every cracker held another turtle – surprise!
Passing by, passing through, some things are transient, here today, gone in a few seconds and you’d better be quick on that shutter button to capture the moment.
Our new grand son, Banjo was only a few days old (he’s a-week-and-a-bit now) when I took these photos. His expression changes constantly – everything is surprising and disturbing when you are quite new to it all!
We had a few days to get to know him before coming home. I get to go back in a month or so and enjoy watching him discover the world some more.
My Grandma lived next door when I grew up, but she had kids (my uncle Jim and aunty Jen) who were around the same age as me and my siblings. She wouldn’t have had the time to just sit and enjoy her grandkids, which hadn’t occurred to me before. We played together a lot, but there was none of the special (and short-lived) “Grandma” time I can have with our three grandkids.
The theme, like this week, is “evanescent” – although the week could be quite memorable, since I am here in Canberra awaiting the birth of Juniper’s sibling. We spent much of yesterday afternoon outside, enjoying the fleeting autumn sunshine and the last of the fast -falling leaves. Juni’s Mummy gave her some big sticks of chalk to draw on the concrete path, knowing that whatever art she produced would soon be gone. It rained a bit today (which didn’t keep Juni from playing outside), so I’m guessing the chalk marks have already faded away. Thanks to photography, they won’t be utterly forgotten, though.
The red leaf was hanging by a thread, besides which the ray of sunlight would soon move away, so that glow was particularly short-lived. We all know about dandelion clocks! I count myself lucky to have found one still intact.
Time for reflecting this week – and once again the week is running away from me.
Our lounge room is quite small, so a collection of mirrors hangs above the fireplace to make it seem bigger and brighter – lots of reflections there!
Our local Hall has been upgraded recently – nice new toilets, better kitchen facilities, all-abilities access. The fine old floor in the main Hall had a makeover, too, with a light sand and refinishing that brings up the colour and makes the floor glow. We are looking forward to dancing on it!
All the old photos were taken down and stored during the upgrade – now the Committee is faced with the task of putting them all back up. The collage of photos of local men and women who served in World War 2 is a subject for reflection of another kind. All these people went off into the unknown to defend the freedoms we take for granted. Fortunately most of them survived and made it back home. I had the pleasure of getting to know some of them, including Cpl Chris Wilton, whose brother lived across the road from us when we moved here over 32 years ago.