Just a quick little post.
A Polaroid from my cousin’s wedding in March
Hello lovely people!
I am having a bit of a giggle at the moment as I was just clearing out my spam. Despite it all being a little annoying I also have a bit of a laugh at the grammar and writing which is usually I am sure just done through google translate by a bot or some such. Sometimes I wish the nice things were real people saying nice things because there are some lovely comments … from people who want you to buy fake Nikes ;-)
But anyhoo. I just popped in to say I am just about to deliver on the promised photos of my cousin’s country wedding in Maleny, Queensland. It is a beautiful spot close to my parents’ house (and Woodford for those Folk Festival fans!)
I have been busily scanning as a means to procrastinate around writing my PhD which means you probably will get lots of lovely posts in the near future. Here is a little taste of what’s to come. This was taken from the verandah of the gorgeous cottage my parents and I stayed at for the weekend of the wedding. What a view!
Looking over the valley you can see the hayshed of the farm on which we were staying and Mt Tibrogargan, one of the Glasshouse Mountains, in the distance. What a special place this is! I have been visiting here since I was a tiny kid and I highly recommend if you are ever around that way to stop and spend a few days in the lovely towns in the area such as Maleny, Montville, Mapleton and Flaxton.
More to come of the view and the wedding itself very soon!
bundaberg and brisbane 18.11.11-21.11.11
thanks to emma for the title … it’s what bundaberg is renowned for … rum … and ginger beer. as well as sugar cane, from whence such bounty comes. and a giant polar bear …
my mum’s birthday in bundaberg. she and her siblings grew up in this town and my grandparents are still there. it’s a place redolent with childhood memories of hot humid summer visits, christmases where you couldn’t move for the heat … and cooling off in the pool all day.
the farmhouse that was the centre of my great grandfather’s cane farm in cordalba, a tiny place between bundaberg and childers, queensland. my grandfather and his brothers grew up here. i wish we could have gone and had a sticky beak.
brisbane. my home town. we went to the cartier-bresson exhibition this morning. amazing. inspiring. looking through it i realised from whence some of my street photography inspirations have been unconsciously absorbed.
the only photo i got at the queensland art gallery … well two shots, double exposed … very weird … but kinda cool!