Two weeks of bliss – a road trip to the NSW Far South Coast, no plans, no commitments, just a laundry list of National Parks to visit. Each day our trip yielded shared discoveries, natural delights and stunning landscapes. It was just what we needed, reconnection with the land and each other. Today I writeContinueContinue reading “A little bit of Boyd”
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He’s 50.
My partner Martin turned 50. We hosted a celebration over 4 days at a rented property in Moonan Brook, NSW, at the western end of the Barrington Tops. Family and friends stayed in the main house, the bunk house, caravan or tents. We had a birthday feast, campfires, floating flamingoes, a sloth wedding, swam inContinueContinue reading “He’s 50.”
Why we all should celebrate IWD2017.
Today, another woman died at the hands of a current or former partner. This occurs almost weekly in Australia. Women pay tax on feminine hygiene products such as tampons. Still. Today, the Daily Telegraph featured an article that stated “International Women’s Day is a pathetic excuse for women already dripping in privilege to pat themselvesContinueContinue reading “Why we all should celebrate IWD2017.”
The simple things.
November 2016. There’s a lot to be said about focusing on the present and enjoying the moment. It can be hard, at least for me. Work, travel, school and home involves constant logisitics planning and attention. It’s a continuous loop of contemplating ‘next steps’. Being purely in the moment can be bloody hard. After a franticContinueContinue reading “The simple things.”
Self-doubt, being special & this blog.
November 2016 Tammy Guest posted an interesting video blog a week or two ago. It was about remembering your strengths, the things that make you special and of which you should be proud. About remembering your achievements. About remembering the things that you might gloss over in an effort to not stand out, not soundContinueContinue reading “Self-doubt, being special & this blog.”
Photography and me.
i) ANZAC Day ANZAC Day was last month, a day in Australia where we remember all who have defended our country, those who have served and those who have fallen. My family and I attended the Newcastle ANZAC March, something that’s becoming a regular gig for us. Last year we rushed to eat brekky, grumbledContinueContinue reading “Photography and me.”