Saturday, November 15, 2014

Today I pay the piper



Why couldn't the sun have risen...later?
Every muscle ashes.
I rolled over to return to dreamland.
Oh. No. I wish the driver of the tilt train would keep his hand off of the whistle.
Ah. Well. I'd better rise to finish the job. Or try to.
Dressed. I gathered up the clothes to wash. Carried them down the steps to the laundry.
Once the washing was set I went to make a much needed coffee.
Slipping on gloves, I grabbed the handsaw on my way out the back door. I collected the rubbish bin on my way.
The parrots screeched. I had dared to disturb their morning feed. If anyone wanted to sleep in they'd be awake, now.
I had a job to do.
Anyway. I'd skipped my breakfast.
Picking up the pick I started the clean up. I kept a look out for toads. Or snakes. I cringed at the thought of either one appearing from the rubble.
My hands. And back. Complained.
Taking up the handsaw I cut the limbs into smaller pieces to fit in the bin.
I cursed. Why did I listen to Alice?
I had more work to do...now.
No more. I've had enough. They have to go.
The birds can complain all they like.
I need water. The ground is as hard as rock.
I looked. The hose too short to reach where I slaved. I didn't have the strength. Or energy. To carry buckets of water from the tank. When I need some rain its left the area.
Shoulder muscles burn from exhaustion. Tears of desperation aren't far away. Crying was out. I don't like to play the wimp role. Taking a deep breath I struggled inside for a drink. On the way inside I looked at the washing on the line. Would I have enough energy to make the bed. Or will the making have to wait until tomorrow?
Thump. Push. Groan. Remove the pick.
Thump. Push. Groan. Remove the pick.
The sweat trickled down from my forehead. I wipe my face on the sleeve of my shirt.
The bin is full. I pressed down on the parts to squish them down to make more room. I rake up the pieces to throw on top.
I'm exhausted. The heat from the sun has zapped away all my energy. My clothes are saturated and it's only nine o'clock.
I don't care if anyone sees what I have done I'll try to remove the rest. Later. Come rain. Hail. Or darkness.
I need a shower to wash away the...grime. The evidence of what I should not have attempted to do.



Sunday, July 20, 2014

Water Features

The topic for the month is slow exposure.
I hadn't had time to read all the information about to use my camera.
So how did I do slow exposure. Well. There was only one way to find out. Experiment.
I like snapping people - unawares. I get better action shots that way.
I decided to practice what I thought would work.
I focused the camera on the water feature. Zoomed in for a close-up.
Pressed down on the shutter button. I held it in place for a few seconds then let go. I took another one.
I switched to assessing mode.
I had succeed.
Both photos had a different shape in water which slowly fell.
So I stopped at each water feature throughout the ground which were on display. And another of a fountain in a lake from the sixth floor of an apartment building.
Following are some of the different shapes I captured with slow exposure.








Also the sun rising above the building next to where I stayed. Slow exposed.




Sunday, July 6, 2014

Edgar turned 94

I have been slack with keeping up because I was busy writing a story for last term. I finally finished it on the last day. The piece turned into a long short story of 10,000+ words.

I'm posting photos of my uncle who turned 94 on the 30th June. Family joined at a restaurant to help him celebrate. I nearly didn't make it.

I had exercise class in the morning. Didn't make it. I stopped on my way to do a message. On arriving back at the car, water had pooled beneath the front of the car, and was still dripping. Believing a hose had burst, or the radiator had sprung a leak, I headed to visit my mechanic. I left the car with him.

Thank God for friends. I had a friend's car in the spare shed. I didn't make the exercise class but I did make the lunch.

The bad news of the day was I had to have a new radiator. The inside of the old one had begun to disintegrate. Must have been in the car since new so I can't complain of the expense.

This week I'm trying to catch up with things left sitting, waiting for my attention.










Monday, April 14, 2014

Ferguson Tractor

Old is new again. This tractor has been restored with loving care to attention, and detail, by my cousin. For months it has been stored in my spare shed. Today it moved out. The new owner came to collect it. The happy new owner is on his way back to Mt Isa with his treasure.









Sunday, April 13, 2014

Resealing the Road










This is all the machinery. And men. Who fixed the street with new bitumen once the old stuff had been removed. The work had just been finished when the rain set in.

I've had to stop weeding the garden. The lawn is growing. Fast. It had only been mowed about a week ago, Well. It'll have to wait until the rain stops. The ground dries. And until I return from my couple of day on strike. I need a couple of days to regenerate some energy.

I am catching up on writing that has been waiting for me to complete other assignments. I have uploaded. And sent photos. I was suppose to do a couple of weeks ago.

I have finished my horror script. All except checking for typing errors. Have finished re-formatting another script I had over half done. I just have to finish it.

So I'd better get back to finish while the weather stays bad.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Road Works







Catching up on computer work. Today. The council has moved in to dig us the street to repair some of the damage.

I was planning to go out the front to finish of cleaning the gardens, But I didn't want the men to think I watched to do the work properly. Or sticking my behind in the air to distract them from their job.

I have a good excuse if someone calls wanting me to go somewhere. I can't exit my driveway without great difficulty. Had a bit of trouble coming home yesterday when they had started around in the other street.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Day of the Triffids Art

I went to a show at the art centre on Wednesday night. We were given the novel "The Day of the Triffids" to read. Had to say what we though of the story. What we got out of the read. There were three people picked to tell what they found in their read.

Alison McDonald used plastic bottles to do art work on the story. She made Triffids. Marvelous what can be done with a lot of imagination, and a pile of empty plastic containers.

Below is a few of the photos I took where they were set up on the blackened walls of the vault.