There are many fine traditions in my life, one of which happens to be a tendency to go on a roadtrip at the drop of the hat. Unfortunately, another fine tradition seems to be my incredibly bad habit of waiting weeks before I share photos of the adventures on which I find myself with my exceedingly excellent friends, the Failboats. For example, I happened to be seeking out a blog post about a Failboats trip that occurred during a particular new year.
I found it in my March archives.
Today, however, I am delighted to report that these photos are only three weeks old and I must thus be improving when it comes to sharing my roadtripping photos. That means it’s under a month since I went to Canberra with the Melbourne contingent of the Failboats to commemorate the impending birth of another Failboat’s offspring. (Next time, I’m aiming to have the photographs up within a fortnight. This seems overly optimistic at this stage, but we’ll see.)
Join me as I share photographs with a bonus serve of My Thoughts on Roadtripping.
Continue reading “How To Roadtrip: A Brief Guide”
Has anyone else noticed that it’s almost October? The last time I looked, it was July. What happened there?
I guess moving house took up a significant portion of that time around here. I’ve also spent a lot of time thinking, I really should sort out my sewing room and study so I can actually use them, which is time that would have been better spent actually sorting out my sewing room and study, because at present, the only one using said rooms is my cat, Pickle, who has decided my desk chair is better suited to her afternoon sleeping requirements than any sitting I might be thinking of doing on it.
But today I’ve been reading blog posts from people who are sorting out their sewing spaces or trying to get into good routines and it’s made me think I should combine the two and see what happens.
The good news is that I’ve made a little progress since my last post. Continue reading “Not Quite Progress”
When I sold my 60D, I felt strange. It had been my companion for so long and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made the right choice. Was I going to be happy with my little OM-D? Only time would tell. On the up side, my selling the 60D had freed up some funds for the one thing my OM-D was lacking: a good lens. Or two.
There are dozens of choices when it comes to lenses for this little camera so it took me a while to narrow down my options, but I eventually settled on two prime lenses: the 17mm f1.8 and the 45mm f1.8. (With a prime lens, zooming is provided by your own movement either towards or away from the subject of your photographic gaze.) I loved the 17mm lens straight away and I’ve been using it for photos of my op shop finds and my handknitted goodies. The 45mm lens, though… I didn’t feel the love. But this is exactly what happened with my 50mm lens on my 60D: all I needed to do was force myself to use the lens until I worked out what it was best at.
I finally had a chance to do that when I visited the parents in Beechworth recently. Continue reading “Cemeteries & Fungi”
My current theory on the passage of time goes a little like this: it waits until we’re not looking and then suddenly speeds up. It sneaks through a minute here and there, or perhaps a half hour or more if we’re really distracted. And it all adds up. I’ve been trying to grab hold of time and make the most of it all year and it’s been a dismal failure so far.
It seems when it comes to freezing time, the best tool is my camera. It doesn’t really help much when I’m trying to knit a million things in the course of a week, but it does help with capturing moments that are gone soon afterwards. Take this little fungi scene, for example: Continue reading “Catching Up”
Last Friday, I bade farewell to a good friend. A friend who’d been with me at all the important events of the past few years. A friend who’d joined me on roadtrips and Failboats adventures and had even shared my cabin on a Pacific Island cruise.
Before things start to sound unnecessarily maudlin, I should explain that this friend is an inanimate object and I actually sold it, so I brought all of this on myself. It doesn’t stop me from feeling as though I’m missing something important, though.
Because last Friday, I sold my DSLR. Continue reading “A Fond Farewell”