“Don’t undervalue what you do.” Pam I don’t know about you, but sometimes I feel as though I’m going backwards.Then I stopped and took stock. “Where has that week gone”? I spent all of last week working on a program, and when I begin something like that, I can’t stop in the middle and do…
Category: Diary
Things I see when I visit the shack.
(The shack is a 1950’s holiday house, it was destroyed by vandal renters, but we are finally getting it back to its former glory) Back home preparing to pack for our outback trip. It’s just a couple of days away and the cameras are being cleaned and packed. We’ll only need summer clothes, the temperatures…
The time has come.
Goodness me, it’s so long since I’ve written my blog, but things are about to change, and I need a space to share, so it’s back to the blog, shall I venture to say, it’s with a degree of enthusiasm and a little dash of doubt that I can do it as regularly as I…
Working through the process.
Still working on the Giraffe. To be honest I had some doubts after I coloured the background but I quite like it now and I have a lot more planned for it, by that I mean I need to darken the top two edges of the quilt so that your eyes focus on the image…
The way it is.
I’m creating a year long time capsule. I may not be able to do it each day, but I will try to capture just a little bit daily. You may be interested, maybe it’s boring, but it’s a social experiment on my behalf. I have an application called’ Day One’ on my phone, Ipad and…
Make the most of every day.
Share your love, your joy, and the things you have learned on your journey
This will be somebody else’s courage.
Travel the world and feel every moment of the experience.
Love with passion, give freely, take with grace.
Speak honestly, walk with pride and learn constantly.
Once you have the tools, you can build the life you dream of.
Living the life folks. – The journey of the traveling Grandma.
Day 24 of 89 on the road. The day began early. Very early. Check the weight of the luggage, I am so sick of lifting luggage, my arms ache, but I had to do it again, no one else is there to do if for me. Scoot down to the lobby and wait for…
You never know until you are told the story.
I bought rolls of the paper in the dark storeroom below. We had little idea of what we were buying because there was no light.. just an occasional flicker of a torch. I have a duty to use the paper, which I have begun to do today and as I handle it the memories flood back.
Photographing at Asilomar.
I’ve visited Asilomar for the past 5 years, however, this year I took the opportunity to take a few images to share with my friends.