Sunday, September 26, 2010
Pandamonium
Today we took Mum to the zoo to see the pandas.
I picked Mum up in the morning from Murray Bridge and brought her down to the Chateau. Here she met Beau and we had a two course dinner, roast pork with crackling, roast potatoes, braised fennel and gravy. Dessert was rhubarb stewed with native preserved hibiscus flowers and thick Murray Bridge double (more like triple) cream.
We then went to the zoo and below is what we saw. Of course, the highlight was seeing the pandas.
(My photography - in case you were wondering after the last post)
Tiger. I didn't see I had got him with his eyes open until I uploaded the pics to the computer and saw them large on the screen.
One of the pandas, Funi I think. The reason we went to the zoo.
We bought Mum a toy panda as a souvenir of the day. It's pretty cute. Mum and David.
No eyes open with this lot. They were obviously enjoying the sun.
We got to this guys home just as the keeper turned on a hose. Hippo cam up, opened his mouth and enjoyed the spray. I suppose this is how you 'pat' a hippo.
Mum, Beau, David.
Mum, Harvey, Beau
These guys were in a huge Moreton Bay fig tree. Great viewing from an elevated platform. A siamang.
In the same Moreton Bay fig tree. A pale cheeked gibbon.
I picked Mum up in the morning from Murray Bridge and brought her down to the Chateau. Here she met Beau and we had a two course dinner, roast pork with crackling, roast potatoes, braised fennel and gravy. Dessert was rhubarb stewed with native preserved hibiscus flowers and thick Murray Bridge double (more like triple) cream.
We then went to the zoo and below is what we saw. Of course, the highlight was seeing the pandas.
(My photography - in case you were wondering after the last post)
Tiger. I didn't see I had got him with his eyes open until I uploaded the pics to the computer and saw them large on the screen.
One of the pandas, Funi I think. The reason we went to the zoo.
We bought Mum a toy panda as a souvenir of the day. It's pretty cute. Mum and David.
No eyes open with this lot. They were obviously enjoying the sun.
We got to this guys home just as the keeper turned on a hose. Hippo cam up, opened his mouth and enjoyed the spray. I suppose this is how you 'pat' a hippo.
Mum, Beau, David.
Mum, Harvey, Beau
These guys were in a huge Moreton Bay fig tree. Great viewing from an elevated platform. A siamang.
In the same Moreton Bay fig tree. A pale cheeked gibbon.
Ben For PM lunch
On August 29 we had a lunch for 10 at our place. Eight guests and us.
It was called the 'Ben for PM' dinner party (all our more formal dinner parties are named) as it combined the two big news stories of the week - a hung parliament and as yet no PM after the election and the Ben Cousins two part documentary had just screened. So it was easy to connect the two - Ben needs something useful to do and we needed a PM . . . a match made in heaven (Pffft!)
The Menu: Click on the image to enlarge.
The pics - taken by guests Tom and Beth:
We started with drinks outside. One of the only days we had had with sun. David by the way.
Mark and Lyn. Note new water jug - Danish or Swedish or something.
Andrew and Effy. Greeks talk with their hands too.
Tom. Photo taken by Beth
David, Andrew, Effy, Mark, Lyn, Beth, Harvey, Hillary's son, Hillary. Photo taken by Tom.
It was called the 'Ben for PM' dinner party (all our more formal dinner parties are named) as it combined the two big news stories of the week - a hung parliament and as yet no PM after the election and the Ben Cousins two part documentary had just screened. So it was easy to connect the two - Ben needs something useful to do and we needed a PM . . . a match made in heaven (Pffft!)
The Menu: Click on the image to enlarge.
The pics - taken by guests Tom and Beth:
We started with drinks outside. One of the only days we had had with sun. David by the way.
Mark and Lyn. Note new water jug - Danish or Swedish or something.
Andrew and Effy. Greeks talk with their hands too.
Tom. Photo taken by Beth
David, Andrew, Effy, Mark, Lyn, Beth, Harvey, Hillary's son, Hillary. Photo taken by Tom.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Living with Beau
It's already the end of day two of Beau being a part of our lives.
I took him to work on the first day. I just had him tied up near the desk on his lead. He continually wanted to play with things and even managed to unplug my desk lamp. He also wee'd on the floor - a special pad on a newspaper, so no damage done. It wasn't working for me or him, he was bored, I wasn't getting any work done. At lunch time I took him home so he had to spend five hours by himself. When we saw him next he was all nonchalant just sitting, taking his ease, in his crate home (think one of those animal crates used to transport dogs and cats in aeroplanes).
That night we took him out to meet Mark and Lyn outside at the Colonist on The Parade, Norwood. I think they liked him.
That night David came home with some tips on what to do with dogs if you take them to work . . .
So the next day (still today as I ineptly type away) I took him to work in his home, his crate. He got a walk as soon as I got there but then it was back into his home and he went to sleep for three hours in the office. Then it was lunch time so we set off for the park, Woorabinda at Stirling. We did a lap of the lake, he met another dog and they got on happily together he saw ducks which he sort of lunged at and made a gruff noise at (a sort of muffled growl-bark) and he sniffed things a lot.
Back at work he went to sleep for an hour or so and then with two more short walks in the afternoon between naps the day was over . . .
We had all survived.
What will day three bring?
Some bad pics of Beau taken in low light . . . .
I took him to work on the first day. I just had him tied up near the desk on his lead. He continually wanted to play with things and even managed to unplug my desk lamp. He also wee'd on the floor - a special pad on a newspaper, so no damage done. It wasn't working for me or him, he was bored, I wasn't getting any work done. At lunch time I took him home so he had to spend five hours by himself. When we saw him next he was all nonchalant just sitting, taking his ease, in his crate home (think one of those animal crates used to transport dogs and cats in aeroplanes).
That night we took him out to meet Mark and Lyn outside at the Colonist on The Parade, Norwood. I think they liked him.
That night David came home with some tips on what to do with dogs if you take them to work . . .
So the next day (still today as I ineptly type away) I took him to work in his home, his crate. He got a walk as soon as I got there but then it was back into his home and he went to sleep for three hours in the office. Then it was lunch time so we set off for the park, Woorabinda at Stirling. We did a lap of the lake, he met another dog and they got on happily together he saw ducks which he sort of lunged at and made a gruff noise at (a sort of muffled growl-bark) and he sniffed things a lot.
Back at work he went to sleep for an hour or so and then with two more short walks in the afternoon between naps the day was over . . .
We had all survived.
What will day three bring?
Some bad pics of Beau taken in low light . . . .
Emergence
Kate Stewart Moore's exhibition, Emergence, opened on September 11 at 3pm at the Rising Sun at Kensington. I helped Kate to organise it. Kate's daughter, Justine Wahlin, started off the festivities with a number of songs - she's a guitartist and singer and songwriter who has featured on Triple J's Unearthed project.
Justine sang for half an hour and then I rudely butted in and said a few words and introduced ABC radio journalist Annette Marner who opened the exhibition. With the exhibition officially open, it was back to more music from Justine, mingling and of course looking at Kate's fine work.
After the exhibition we invited Kate, Justine, Mark and Lyn back to our place for an impromptu repast. It being Chateau Glenunga and David doing the cheffing duties, we had quail among other fine food.
Photos below are all out of order from the day . . .
The Alternative Four Musketeers - David, Harvey, Lyn, Mark
Justine with Mum, Kate. I claim no responsibility for this photo especially seeing that there's a finger partially covering the lens. David took this photo. And he did. I didn't touch the camera all day.
Do you remember Charlie Brown's school teacher . . . unintelligible droning - that's me there droning . . . on . . . and . . . on . . . and . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Justine playing after the dinner-after-party . . .
Justine playing before the speeches at the opening.
ABC political radio journalist broadcaster Annette Marner opening the exhibition.
Kate's sister Anne with her husband Norbert and Kate artiste extraordinaire.
Justine sang for half an hour and then I rudely butted in and said a few words and introduced ABC radio journalist Annette Marner who opened the exhibition. With the exhibition officially open, it was back to more music from Justine, mingling and of course looking at Kate's fine work.
After the exhibition we invited Kate, Justine, Mark and Lyn back to our place for an impromptu repast. It being Chateau Glenunga and David doing the cheffing duties, we had quail among other fine food.
Photos below are all out of order from the day . . .
The Alternative Four Musketeers - David, Harvey, Lyn, Mark
Justine with Mum, Kate. I claim no responsibility for this photo especially seeing that there's a finger partially covering the lens. David took this photo. And he did. I didn't touch the camera all day.
Do you remember Charlie Brown's school teacher . . . unintelligible droning - that's me there droning . . . on . . . and . . . on . . . and . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Justine playing after the dinner-after-party . . .
Justine playing before the speeches at the opening.
ABC political radio journalist broadcaster Annette Marner opening the exhibition.
Kate's sister Anne with her husband Norbert and Kate artiste extraordinaire.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Beau
We've taken the plunge. Yes, we've adopted.
We got a puppy. He's a big puppy. Four and a half moths old. He's a Westie. That's a West Highland Terrier. Scottish ancestry but thoroughly Australian.
He's cute and he's quiet so far. Most noise he's made is when he saw a reflection of himself in a door. But he's come from a very quiet environment so traffic is new to him and also things like music and doors that close with a thud and washing machine noises and a whole heap of things make him alert. He likes people a lot, which is nice.
Real sweetie.
You'll get to meet him, no doubt.
We got a puppy. He's a big puppy. Four and a half moths old. He's a Westie. That's a West Highland Terrier. Scottish ancestry but thoroughly Australian.
He's cute and he's quiet so far. Most noise he's made is when he saw a reflection of himself in a door. But he's come from a very quiet environment so traffic is new to him and also things like music and doors that close with a thud and washing machine noises and a whole heap of things make him alert. He likes people a lot, which is nice.
Real sweetie.
You'll get to meet him, no doubt.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Port but not Starboard
In a previous post I said that I was exhibiting a couple of pictures at the New Land Gallery at Port Adelaide in the Converse(ly) exhibition. I sold one! Amazing.
After the opening I took my camera and tripod our for a quick excursion. Here's one of the 15 second exposures I took. It's the lighthouse that's part of the Maritime Museum at Port Adelaide.
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Here's a picture of . . . Me! As some of you may know I'm not averse to putting myself in front of the camera. This winter I've managed to, guess what, lose weight! That's usually a summer time activity. Here I am in glorious black and white reflected in the bathroom mirror.
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