Red

I love this umbrella - it was at a Japanese Festival in 2009 in the Treasury Gardens in Melbourne.

Flowers

My grandson, Mr. Chip, made this wonderful diorama portraying a bee flying nears its hive. VERY Proud of my boy and how he placed a red poppy there for the bee to gather pollen from.

stones

Stones are the background to this poignant photo I took in 1998 outside Kensington Palace, London. It was Mother's Day in England and someone had left this card and flowers in memory of Princess Diana.

Fences

I loved this fence when I first saw it in a side street in Fitzroy many years ago - especially the twirly bits on top :-)

Yellow

I've decided to have a go at starting a photo chain to get me going on my photography ...... Canon came up with this idea.... you take one element from a photo and create a link to your next...... my last post re Bello our cat showed some yellow flowers out through the windows.... so I've chosen yellow to link....

This is a photo I took in Hong Kong of a demonstration which was taking place to support those suffering from human rights injustice in China.  The man's jacket is my link :-)

Rest in peace, Bello

Yesterday our white cat died as a result of being hit by a car. It was a shock, of course, and his absence is being keenly felt. When someone dies it is their absence that takes over our thinking....... no Bello waiting at the door when I come home, no Bello telling me it's 5 p.m. and time for dinner, no Bello claiming my chair at the computer...... 

Bello 'belonged' to our whole family - he lived with me from a kitten, then became too aggressive towards my dear old Dad (very territorial about 'his' chair) then became a 'clinic cat' and lived at my son-in-law's practice where he and his nurse cared for him on a daily basis, then he went to live with my daughter and eventually back with me. He was a cheeky boy, an adventurer (which was dangerous as he was deaf) and when approached gently was very loving......

Family history

About 5 years ago my Dad and I went to visit Nhill in north western Victoria. He was born there in 1917 and spent the first 4 years of his life there. His father and older brothers had helped to make the road that goes through there to Adelaide. His aunties had run the local post-office and his grandparents had lived there on a property. Their house is no longer there, but we went to the site and found some broken china-ware sticking out of the ground. I collected it and have placed it in a frame which is now in my home. The pieces remind me of the many meals the family would have shared in those early days - our own archeological dig!