From an unfinished story — BLUE DOT
I took this shot a few months back at the Busker’s Festival in Belgrave. I posted the shots on Facebook and over those months quite a few friends have found this particular shot and commented on it.
Most photographers will tell you that luck has a bit to do with any good shot.
This little bloke held this pose for several minutes while I fumbled to get my camera to wake from it’s slumber. I thought I was done for the day and then this opportunity presented itself.
You can tell from the shot that the little boy is not looking at me. He wasn’t doing me a favour by holding this pose, nor was he mugging for the camera, it’s much cooler than that.
He just liked the way the world looked from this position!
“He who loves an old house never loves in vain.”
– Isabel La Howe Conant, late 19th Century author
And every old house needs a backyard and a dog………… or two.
This amazing, little old house was built nearly one hundred years ago and the oak tree that you get a glimpse of in the first photo (on the right) is one hundred and seventeen years old (you can measure the age of an oak tree by its circumference. one inch per year). This means that the original couple who built this house probably laid out the garden many years before they began building. We know a little bit about the original owners because when we moved in there was a very old bloke living across the road from us and he had lived in our street for many years. He remembers when they died and the family came and dug out many of the plants that they had nurtured! He was disgusted. He would be very sad to know that his descendants unloaded his excellent old house the minute he died. The lady who bought the house has been a good neighbour, most of the time.
The window in the photo above is the reason we now own this house. The owner at the time asked me to repair this window and I instantly fell in love with this house. Years later the next owner asked me to repair another leadlight panel for him and I told him that I’d been at his house before. He showed me around and showed off all the improvements he had made and as I was leaving I said that if he ever wanted to sell the house that he should ring me. He laughed and said that there was no way he would ever sell that house.
Fast forward a decade and he makes that call.
A few months later and we are the new owners of this house.
One day I will post the story of our journey to living here. It is an excellent story and deserves it’s own post.
The 117 year old oak tree is on the right.
Back in the day I was approached by a bloke who collected tins. He wanted to sell a big chunk of his collection so that it would not be a burden on his wife when he died. He was a great bloke and although I could not afford to keep all of them I did manage to hang on to a few.
Our front deck looks over a creek so we get a few visitors who drop in to dry off after bathing.
My wife gets the credit (or the blame) for photos 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 and 11
This brave fellow had a nest nearby and it reminded me yet again how brave wild creatures become when it is time to feed the family. I guess this applies to humans as well. My dad worked at a job that was not fulfilling for most of his life because he had a family to feed. Here’s to all the brave dads out there, whatever the species.
This is not a long lens shot, he was right there. I was lucky to get this shot. He really wanted a bit of my pie so he stayed there long enough for me to get off a quick shot, and yes I gave him a bit of pie. Models need to eat as well.