Hills Garage, Merino: vintage colour or black and white? 

Which version do you prefer? 


Wary and Contrary: life with an Italian Greyhound


You could not coax this dog into the water, however much you tried. But after I waded into the Glenelg River, up to my calves, he decided the water looked nice.

Succulent and Gargoyles: a splendid village church


A last-moment left turn took me up past a wonderful, volcanic stone church in a tiny village along the Glenelg Highway today. Circling round the back, I was surprised to pull up beside a very long established, spiky, succulent crouching by the front.

Looking up, I was delighted to see a crowd of gargoyles circling the tower.

Storm With a View: doo, doo, doo, looking out my back door


Lately I’ve been trying out the Diorama Art Mode on my Olympus XZ-1 for things other than the more usual subjects of these previous posts. When I stepped out my door tonight, I decided to give it a try to capture the storm breaking over the landscape, before switching to my much-loved Grainy Black and White Art Mode. I almost discarded this lone shot, but when I converted it to black and white in Picasa, then applied a touch of boost, I was unexpectedly happy with the result; whereas I deleted all the Grainy mode photos.

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When I decided to share this photo, the Creedence Clearwater Revival song popped into my head:
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! 
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch. 
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I’m singing, 

Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door. 
There’s a giant doing cartwheels, 
A statue wearing high heels
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn. 
A dinosaur Victrola listening to Buck Owens. 

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band. 
Won’t you take a ride on the flying spoon? 
Doo, doo doo. 
Wond’rous apparition provided by magician. 

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band. 
Won’t you take a ride on the flying spoon? 
Doo, doo doo. 
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows. 

Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! 
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn. 
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows. 

Songwriters: J. C. FOGERTY

Freedom: a country childhood


Usually, I am quite disciplined about uploading files from my camera card for editing at the end of a shooting day, before reformatting the card for the next shoot, but just lately I had a couple of files that I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep.

So when I connected the cable to view the photos I took yesterday (more cat/dog interactions, possibly nothing I’ll keep to bore you with here), I was reminded that there is still work to be done so that I can reformat the card! Despite my tardiness in dealing with this shot, I really do love the freedom it symbolises of an idyllic country childhood spent rambling around with your best mate.

This serene riverside campground is currently the scene of what is considered to be one of the safest Bachelor & Spinster (B&S) Balls held in the country, and from my perch way above the valley I can hear the morning-after sounds of throbbing music, cracking stock whips, and revving engines. Since the inescapable noise kept us up most of the night along with the revellers – who come from all over the nation, and many of whom follow the B&S circuit – it’s been a slow start to this lazy Sunday.

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