#601 Porch drinks

It will be one, of many. 

We had no plans. Nothing pressing to do. No where to quickly get to and changed from our work gear.

We didn’t even know what we were eating that night.

But drinks were a good idea. It was a mild evening. I got myself some bubbly, Hubbie got himself a beer, baby girl got her cup of water, and we all sat outside on the front porch observing the glistening water before us.

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My it looked good.

And then, just because, baby girl took my phone and decided to take a snapshot of her parents. Hopefully it will be a photo that she can treasure in future…

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Best photo EVER. Cheers 🙂

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#584 Beautifully treacherous lookout

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

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They say. And they are right.

Moments before I took this photo, I was crying. Not from happiness at the gloriously serene, glistening, and picturesque bay water before me.

My tears stemmed from fear. Intense, sudden and wild fear, that manifested into acute anger and overwhelming sadness.

It all started after our lunch. We were spending the day together as a family, mid-week, which was reason enough to celebrate. So we lunched of course, on pretty meals like this one:

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and then we headed over to Mornington Park, where baby girl let off some toddler-steam on the slide and swing… and after a while we let our feet lead us off into uncharted territory some more, and followed the sea view, all the way to the point of the pier, heading up up up to the rocky lookout which faced the beautiful image of serenity above.

Hubbie had to go as close as humanly possible to the edge. Baby girl followed him. I instructed firmly, that he MUST hold her hand. I couldn’t keep up with them because I had small heels, and was trying not to break my step in amongst the uneven dirt and rocky path. They headed on towards the edge, as I watched helplessly, yelling out to him “hold her hand!”

He did. But I was slowly dying inside. Here was a 4 year-old, curious toddler, letting go of her Dad’s hand every so often to peer over the rocks at the edge of her feet, rocks that in my mind could give out at any moment. She didn’t understand danger: as a toddler, they are not wired that way. It’s the reason toddlers get into so much trouble, they have an inability to judge what is before them, and the obvious consequences that come with it that usually, adults are equipped with by the time they are, you know, adults.

Usually, adults. I say that because Hubbie, is STILL a child.

This is why I was so concerned. He laughs in the face of danger: hangs over far too much over a 25-storey railing; he’ll walk along a brick wall where one side is a path, the other a dangerously high drop to breaks-ville; he will jump and climb up and off of any kind of climb-worthy apparatus, without so much as a care, second thought or slow deliberation.

Also, he had just had two double-shot coffees – and that with his childish and wild genetic composition, was a BAD combination.

Here he was, with our pride and joy – MY pride and joy – standing casually, a bit too TOO close, to the edge of a rocky drop where the other side of the steep descent was dangerously pokey rocks, and smooth, still, ENDLESS water.

I was dying.

As I approached them, I was in a serious state of panic. They were so calm, so chilled about it all. Peering over the edge, getting closer to the descent. I started to cry. And I yelled out some choice words to him. I painted a stark picture, and it got his attention.

He took baby girl’s hand, and they started to walk towards me. “Come on baby girl, Mama is upset,” he said.

“Sorry Mama,” she said.

“Just go over there,” I said breathlessly, as I ordered them back up the wooden steps and to the stable, safer, lookout point.

I turned back to the water, and breathed.

And breathed.

And soon after, I snapped that picture.

And I was grateful. Because the beautiful image before us, could turn ugly in an instant. l am an eternal dreamer, but a realist too. And though I am a glass- half-full gal, I have seen too much sadness to stick my head in the sand anymore.

Life and everything in it, terrifies me to no end, ever since baby girl entered our world and made it so precious. I am grateful for the beauty in it, but I always look behind me, I always check my footing, to check there are no uneven rocks.

I love views like this. And I will continue to photograph them. But under still, calm waters…

 

 

 

#574 Spring Sunset

Anyone who lives in a house with stairs, will know how annoying it is to get to the top, and then remember you left something at the bottom.

Damn.

But when you go upstairs, and find reason to go downstairs again, willingly?

What could it have been that made me go “Oh my” and wander back downstairs after I had made my way up only moments earlier?

Yep. It was incredible. The photos from my phone don’t do it justice. But I am so grateful that we are at that time of year, where the spectacular sunsets over the water are starting to match the Spring sunshine-y days that have just passed.

Seeing those colours up on the horizon, so bright and contrasting, awakens a seasonal joy in me, one of re-birth, re-emergence, and re-awakening.

I love it.

 

#571 First Kinder photos

I can’t begin to tell you how much it made mine and Hubbie’s day, to receive baby girl’s kinder photos today.

“Be strong,” the teacher had told me this morning as I perused the photos of my darling girl with adoration. “You don’t have to buy them all.”

Lady. I bought them ALL in my imagination before I even heard about photo day.

What made it all the more sweeter, was the knowledge that I had almost taken her home that photo day, since at the time she was going through a difficult period at kinder drop-off: not wanting to enter the class, not wanting to play with anyone/anything, and truly dreading the part where I would walk off and leave her.

The photos seriously nearly didn’t happen. She was not into photo-taking that day, AT ALL.

But then, a miracle. Or her teacher. Same same. But we both convinced her, slowly but surely, to go into the classroom and stick some string on a piece of cardboard (this was apparently novel stuff).

And then, bit by bit, she got more relaxed, until the point where she was going up to the photographer and photo bombing other’s photos.

That’s my girl.

It’s reminded us a lot of our own kinder photos, taking us back to that youthful, innocent, sweet and darling time of our lives.

And we are just stoked, to now have another album to add to the collection. What makes it even better???

She was smiling happily IN EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.

I almost can’t stand the cuteness. It is too much.

Thank God I didn’t give up and go home that day.

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Gratitude in every way.

#535 Pre-work cafe

A lot of times the photos I display on my SmikG blog as part of my Food Reviews, look something like this:

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And not often do people get to witness the beautifully imperfect behind-the-scenes pics, like this

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The above happened earlier today, a couple of hours before I headed into work. And as I sit here at my desk eating reheated food, I look back fondly, and am grateful for the wayward, spontaneous and cheeky hand that is my daughter’s, representative of all that is crazy, interesting and truly amazing about life.

And those imperfect moments, are actually… pretty damn flawless in my books.

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#487 Fading sunset

Again I find my gratitude from the inside, looking out.

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Photos, certainly those from my phone, do not give the reality of this image justice. The bright orange in the centre horizon, fading out into a soft tangerine, and then light yellow, before meeting the brilliant blue sky above, was, well, worth taking a photo of.

If only it looked as good here as it did from my bedroom window. I’ll keep trying to capture these beauties, nonetheless.

#479 (Un) Expected Parcel

Lately it feels like we are BILL-city. We have payments and fees and unexpected notices and amounts outstanding coming out of our every orifice. So it was nice when I received a package today that I’ve been expecting for a few days now…

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I was so happy and surprised to receive a phone call from Harvey Norman late last week, telling me that the photo print competition I had entered only a month or so earlier, when I was printing 200+ photos for memory boards for my parents anniversary party, well, I had won! Well, one of the prizes on offer, which was the above-posted Bluetooth portable speaker!

What a nice and pleasant surprise! We know how cool it is since my bro-in-law has one and positions it around the house depending on where we’re sitting when we’re over, so it’s awesome to think we now have one, and we got it, for free!

Winning a competition! I feel as excited as I did when I won some comps from a kids mag when I was about 11, and got an Ariel doll in the mail…

I’m grateful for unexpected moments like these 🙂 Helps ease bill-tension and stress, too 😉