As an effort to start the new year off right I thought I should finish off some blogging from 2018. Here’s a quick recap of my very short 10 day visit to Perth back in October-November. Told primarily in the the most beautiful of all of the artforms, ‘The Selfie’. And featuring that most beautiful of all things- ‘Aussie Food’.
Featuring a DNA helix tower, my sister and I scrambling on ancient animals, and at least one duck. Welcome, to Kings Park*.
Hi all, Just a quick update with a whole lot of family photos.
During my very short stay in Perth, my sister managed to organise an afternoon of wilderness exploration.
How many cats is too many cats? I’m asking for a friend….
When you head down from Perth city on the train, you reach a point where the land melts away, and where the river meets the sea.. and where the bay at the edge of that sea is just filled with dinosaurs.
I spent a couple of hours last-last weekend chatting with my BFF Ash, who lives in Melbourne with her hubby and her soon-to-burst-out-in-a-non-Alienesque-manner baby. At one point she was describing something, and she just casually dropped the word palaver.
Breaking down the month-long trip back home into bloggable, bite-sized pieces is a bit tricky. Because you know, when you’re home, you tend to photograph differently than when you’re away, and my shots are sporadic at best (and slightly shoddy at worst). I regret a bit not taking photos of all the Big Events, and not getting photos with all of the many friends we met up with while back- but I think in part that’s because we were less holiday, and more living. Christmas eve was spent at Andy’s folks’ house, with his close family, including his Pop. I didn’t take photos. Christmas Morning was spent at Andy’s Cousin’s house, and involved many kids. One of the kids, a twin, decided that I was ‘his person’. He spent the morning showing me his toys, draping himself over me, sulking when I talked to other people (including adults), and, eventually, cried when I had to go home. He was very cute, but needless to say, I didn’t take any photos. Christmas midday was spent unwrapping …
As you travel south from WA’s Fremantle or Coogee, down Cockburn road in the Rockingham direction, you get to a point where, for a brief few seconds, a sort of caravan park appears on your right. The site has been there since the 1930s, which by Australian standards, is pretty old. Since then, 178 caravans have taken root, and now exist in various stages of maturity in a mstrange progression from (movable) caravan-with-annex, to proper little shack.
For all the obvious reasons, I haven’t felt much like talking about Christmas Cookies in the last few days. But here we are now, on Christmas eve itself, and it seems like Christmas will happen whether we are ready or not, so here goes.