Posted in Fiction, Pam's Photography, Simply Sunday

Simply Sunday

Snip20190811_7This has been a very quiet week. The weather here has been cold, blustery, snowy and windy as a polar vortex sweeps the southeastern part of Australia. So we have not gone outdoors much at all except to run errands and stock up on food.

I have gotten into the book The Red Kangaroo by Hannah Blackmore. It is an Australian Travel Diary written by her in 2001. This year she has decided to publish it in the book I’m currently reading.  The author blurb on the back states she is from Jersey in the Channel Islands and now lives in Hobart, Tasmania. She is an artist and writer, working from her studio in Salamanca. She is passionate about art and travel.   Maybe I’ll run into her.  She kept a diary for one year as she travelled around Australia in 2001. Each entry is a paragraph or three about each day from mid 2001 into 2002.  So far she still hasn’t left Sydney. Evidently she is spending Christmas with family members before taking off on her own to backpack around the country.

I am enjoying it so far. She is a good writer and as this is a diary, she is quite concise which I enjoy. I am getting a good look into the life of living in a backpackers hostel on Bondi Beach and she writes a lot about her days at Coogee, Bondi and areas between there and the city centre.  She visits galleries and gardens, works briefly in a local, very busy cafe and spends days at the beach with new found friends and her boyfriend who visited from the UK for three weeks.

I am looking forward to the rest of her trip.  If you enjoy travel diaries then this one is fun and doesn’t take long to read. I’m also wondering if her relationship stacks up while she is away for one year and he is in the UK.

 

My other reading has me going cover to cover with Australian Photographic Magazine, Womankind Magazine (published here in Hobart)  and MindFood magazine (all Australian).  Winter is a great time for long, hot baths, hot drinks and reading magazines.  I get motivation when I read what the rest of the world is currently doing and magazines are good for that.

Our dog Odie and his friend Charlie (greyhound featured a couple of posts ago) had a play date bush walk up the fire track on Thursday and also we visited the donkey up the road. However Odie has either been bitten by something or somehow managed to get something into his foot that has caused quite the infection. Saturday’s trip to the vet with his very sore back left foot had him in hospital for the afternoon for x-rays (no fracture or tumours), a couple of high doses of methadone that made him a very sociable dog and antibiotics. He continues those now he is home with another check scheduled for tomorrow. He is such a drama queen and pretty much refuses to walk on three legs so we are carrying him outdoors in the pouring rain all weekend from the polar vortex. Now who’s being a drama queen?  As he’s 16 kgs this is great fun, while waiting for him to do his doggie business.  Hopefully whatever is causing his swollen, very painful foot will ease off in the next couple of days.

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Most recent photo of Odie- 2019

As Odie spends long days on my bed sleeping and refusing to walk, yet we don’t want him to jump up and down off the bed, I am on the computer sorting through old photographs from a couple of years ago, keeping an eye on him.  I thought I would share a few of my Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary photos that I forgot I had. As I have several North American and European blogging friends I thought they might enjoy seeing some of our wildlife here.

All photos taken at Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary that cares for injured animals with view to release back into the wild, if possible and educate the public about our wildlife. They have rescued more than 7000 injured and sick animals this past year.

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Greg, the owner, explains to tourists about the life of wombats. I love the expressions on their faces. 
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Orphan wombat being cared for until old enough to be released into the wild.
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Tasmanian devil, part of the education and research programs
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Eastern Rosellas that just hang around the Sanctuary in the wild.
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Koala. Not native to Tasmania. He is here for education and display to the tourists who love them. They are not allowed to be held but are patted at sometimes under strict supervision. 

We’ll look forward to seeing what this coming week brings. Hope your weekend is sharping up to be a good one and for you Australians, hope the storms didn’t hurt you too much. received_344353279619767

Posted in Foto Friday

“Foto Friday”

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I woke up the other day, sat up in bed and this was the view from my window. A Tasmanian sunrise over the River Derwent. I love winters here.

Another weekend is rolling around. Where does the time go.  I need a bit of a winter shake up so have decided to putter around with the blog. This blog has been going since 2011 in one or another and it needs a bit of a shake up. No worries though, it will always be about what I’m reading, where I’m travelling and what I’m taking photos of. I don’t seem to be reading as many books lately because I’m spending a lot of my time with photography books, magazines and You Tube instruction around photography and Photoshop/Lightroom.

Never fear though, I always have one, or two or more books on the nightstand and there is always an audible book on the go. I’m getting quite a few photographer followers from Instagram so I will be expanding this side of the blog a bit more. I’m not a steady blogger and I can go a couple of weeks or more with no post, only to add two or three in one week.

That is what retirement is about. No schedules, no commitments. I use my blog as a personal journal and I love my friends who follow me but if I had no followers at all I wouldn’t mind.  I’m too old to worry about how many Instagram Likes, FB Likes or Blog groupies I get.  So having said all of that, let’s get on to what I’m going to do with Fridays.

Friday and weekends are the days I tend to stay around home and pursue my own interests.  I do socialise a lot but tend to do that Monday through Thursday with friends and my Play Reading classes or film nights.

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This is the donkey down the road that Odie and I visit with a carrot on our walks.  I love this old girl but don’t know much about her. I need to meet the elderly lady I’m told owns her and at least learn her name. 

I am going to devote Fridays to my Photography. So if people aren’t interested in that they can tune out. I’ll post about books and other interests on other days.  Streamlining things a bit.

So welcome to my first “Foto Friday”.  When we visited Sri Lanka last year we went to a gem store (as you do in any Asian country) and there was a mine out the back. The mine shaft was narrow and went underground, straight down, quite a ways down. We could not see the bottom. At the bottom of the shaft there are tunnels that go out of the main shaft perpendicular. The miners shimmy down ladders to the bottom and disappear into the tunnels.  It looked very claustrophobic to me and I have quite the respect for these miners, many who are not young that spend their working life digging out gems in these mines. Occupational Health and Safety does not seem to be anywhere on the agenda.

As we looked down the shaft a man popped up out of it. I snapped a photo of him with my phone. I am really happy with this photo as I look back on it and decided to keep it. My main photography interests involve Street Photography, Documenting Life and Travel.

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Sri Lankan miner. You would not believe how deep that mine shaft is. 

I later read about a competition in Fremantle in Western Australia. In raising money for Osteo-Arthritis research which Mr. Penguin copes with on a daily basis an international competition is being held for Portrait Photography.  To make a long story shorter, I entered the photo of the miner.  I was notified two days ago that there were 1700 + entries and my photo is a finalist, landing in the top 6% of photos chosen.

I have until the end of August to now submit the larger image for their exhibition being held in October and if it makes the final cut it will be displayed in said exhibition.

I am more than stoked about this photo being selected. I think it is important for those of us who live in such comfort much of the time to see how others live around the world and this photo depicts what I would love to share more of.

I will share the photo with you and hope it does go further in this competition but if it doesn’t I am more than happy for it to stand where it is.  I will let you know if I hear anymore about it.

I feel this is a great way to begin “Foto Friday”. I hope you find the photo as interesting as I do.

Until then……click that shutter!!!bluejumper

Posted in Animals, Fiction

A Bit Late with Simply Sunday

Snip20190720_1Well, I finished The Other Typist by Suzanne Rindell. I listened to it on audible and the narrator, Gretchen Mol did an excellent job reading this book.

Penguin and I immersed ourselves in 1920s New York City where this story takes place. Rose, a plain orphan girl grows up and finds work in a New York City precinct police station in the typing pool. She resides in a share room in a boarding house that is run by a WWI war widow with a small child. She doesn’t fit in with the others and keeps to herself. A real plain Jane. She enjoys her work as she listens to criminals give statements, records what they say and types it up. She is infatuated with the Sergeant who oversees much of what goes on day to day and doesn’t entirely trust the more arrogant Lieutenant who is really in charge.

One day a very sophisticated young woman, Odalie,  arrives as a typist in the pool. Dressed to the nines, a fashionable bob, all heads turn.  Rose becomes very infatuated with Odalie, envies her appearance, her character, her fashion sense. She is really taken in by Odalie.

The story is how Odalie ingratiates herself into Rose’s life and completely takes over. Rose moves into her beautiful hotel suite that Odalie lives in, goes out to illegally run boozy clubs, wears her clothes. Odalie becomes Rose’s life. Where does Odalie get her wealth? hmmm

The story is told in hindsight as Rose relives her life from the time she met Odalie to her current circumstances. She is in a mental institution/jail. How did she get there? What happened?  You will have to read the book to find out. No spoilers here.

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bluejumperI found this to be an average though unforgettable read. I enjoyed the time period very much. I enjoyed the location.  I thought the tale was quite predictable as events unfolded with a few red herrings thrown in. It was entertaining to listen to through bluetooth as I drove around running errands. It was worth 30 minutes of listening to at night as I set the sleep timer before I would drift off to sleep. I was interested in Rose and Odalie but I really did wonder why Rose couldn’t see what was coming.  It was quite obvious. I had many theories and I kept listening because I wanted to know if I was right. I was most of the time but not always.

It was just fun fiction without too much energy having to be spent. If this is your type of book you might enjoy it. I did.

I have been studying photography a great deal. Studying Photoshop and learning how to blur backgrounds, clone out unwanted items in the photo, how to change colours, brighten landscapes.

Charlie 2 copyMy friend who has an adopted greyhound named Charlie had a play date with Odie at the beach. I had him involved in a photoshoot and was very happy with the results. So were his owners.  We have another play date scheduled for later this week.

I’ll try to get some of my travel photos up for Thursday or Friday this week. I have been sorting them into categories. Doors and windows, portraits, street scenes, landscape, animals. It has been fun. I’ve even changed some backgrounds in some of them.

The weather here has been a warm wintry 12 or 13 degrees C during the day which has been very pleasant for photography and walking my dogs. I’ll share a couple of photos I took of them yesterday. They were happy to run around in the reserve behind our house.

I’ve started a new book. A travel diary by an Australian author. Actually she is from the UK but now lives here in Hobart and I am enjoying her daily diary she kept during her travels in Australia just after 9/11 in 2001. More on that later. So until then,  say hello to Penguin, Odie and Molly.

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14 year old Molly (Molly Melodrama as a friend calls her)

 

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Dear Odie (the Big Loaf)