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Nothing out of the ordinary
About me
- Kris
- Tasmania, Australia
- I live and work in a small town with my family. This blog is about gardening, working, eating and our life together as a family.
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November
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- What I ponder when I'm sitting on the bus
- Non-political things:: summer comes to the area
- Pretty things:: a surfeit of sweet peas
- Purple things:: cabbages in the garden
- Surprising things:: my baby turned one yesterday
- Good things:: taking the girls and the dog swimmin...
- Down time
- Mutalabis
- Peace and quiet
- Slow food
- Dirty work
- The spider and the fuki-yols
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6 comments:
awww sweet!
Happy Birthday Nell!!!
They look gorgeous.
Don't you love how the photos always make them look like the most fabulous kids in the world (because of course they are!) and edit magically any screechy/whingey/irritating stuff?
Sure it's all normal, but that doesn't mean I want to remember it, and my camera fixes it. Magic I tell you.
Sigh. The warmth. The water. The river's locked up tight for the winter here in Fairbanks. Thanks for the peek at the other side of the solar calender.
Kate - I know. Sometimes I want to take photos for the shadow album, where it's all tears and tantrums. On the way back from the river Lu started crying and said, "it was all very nice but I didn't much fancy it". - a prime photo moment then!
Theresa, it is beautiful here at the moment and this was the first swim of the season in the river. Actually far too cold to be sensible, the water comes from the mountains which are still getting the occassional fall of snow, but I live in a place where it's never actually warm enough to swim, in my opinion, and so we take what we can get.
A photo of my nephew and his cousin was distributed around the family a while ago, of the two boys on a ride (for the first time) at the shopping centre. My nephew has a look of unadulterated excitement, it's priceless. What we don't have a photo of is the tanty a few minutes later when he didn't want to get off. His Nan and aunty had their hands full removing him from the ride.
Didn't much fancy it? Oh dear.
These photos brought memories back to me of some almost identical photos of my brother and I around the same age swimming in the river with the dog.. and having read your last piece I am no wondering what the story might have really been for my parents at the time those photographs were taken.
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