My blog has moved

Well, I decided to continue photoblogging - just not every day. I would love to have visitors on my new blog. Hope to talk to you there.

Bye, and thanks for the conversation.

Day 366 - This one's for Marina

I'm sneaking in an extra post for Marina. This photo was taken at midnight with neighbours. Our host had some flares he kept in his boat and decided to dedicate 3 of them to the new year.

Have a great year, Marina, and I'm hoping to see you share your gorgeous photos with us in some form online. In fact, I'm hoping to read a few more photo blog journeys this year. Thanks for accompanying me on mine.

Day 365 - The conclusion

The final post. The photos are very similar to my first couple of posts a year ago. It's been worth it, despite all my whingeing along the way. As we're getting ready to go to a new year's celebration, it's bucketing, with dramatic thunder and lightning. My little dog is shivering. I'm thinking about all those who have gathered in the city for the fireworks display which promises to be better than ever. Unless the storm prevents it. Waiting for the rain to subside, we're watching a Seinfeld DVD but someone has pressed the wrong episode and we're seeing stick figure Seinfeld characters which is funny because the voices are just the same.

Happy New Year to everyone, and I hope 2010 is a very good year for you. Thankyou for reading, and thankyou especially for commenting.

xTania

Day 364 - The day before

On the second last day of the year we drank pink champagne, left over champagne from a few days ago which I thought we should finish before it lost its bubbles. You may recognise that this photo has been taken by Mr 19. An unremarkable day despite the impending conclusion of this blog tomorrow. Since I've never placed much importance on the whole new year thing, it doesn't worry me that this year will end unremarkably. Life isn't remarkable in the every day, but an overview of the whole year is like a bird's eye view of a landscape with some features more outstanding and colourful than the rest.

Day 363 - Sunny brunch

Beautiful day, just perfect. I spent a good part of it with one of my favourite people over brunch and coffee outdoors in Rathdowne Street, North Carlton. Seems to be a popular spot for pooches too.

I noticed evidence of botanical creativity around all the trees along the strip. Quaint.

I allow myself 2 minutes to dream of being a Rathdowne resident.

Day 362 - Only 3 more days after this! omg!

I think I've gone from thinking 'when will this blog come to its timely end?' to 'omg! there are only a few days left; what will I do without my daily dose of making something up at the end of the day?'

Definitely the best thing about writing threesixtyfivephotos has been the connections it's created. Obviously with Susan Van Gelder and Pam Arvanitakis, who have faithfully commented and supported me, and with a few people who have let me know privately that they've enjoyed reading my posts, or that photos of my home town have cheered them up while they were away, or even that they've followed parts of my journey emotionally.

It's been much more than the superficial little experiment it stated out as. And I have the chronological and photographic record of this year.

Day 361 - 60 years of our parish

Today our parish celebrated 60 years since its founding. Our bishop, also Metropolitan of the Russian Orthodox Church Outside of Russia, served along with many priests and deacons. The choir was fuller than usual (I think 40 voices according to our conductor) since we are also hosting the annual Youth Convention.


My grandfather was one of the first church wardens of the Melbourne Orthodox church, giving most of his time and supporting the bishop with various issues within Australian parishes. He died of cancer at the age of 45. Some of his close friends, including those who came over on the same ship as he did, still play a valuable part in the life of the parish, giving up much of their time to help things run smoothly. This is a photo of the wife of one of my grandfather's best friends, who is still actively involved in the parish despite illness.



My husband's relatives who live in Russia send photos and write warm, interesting emails. I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like if my family hadn't been forced to leave their country. This recent photo is from St Petersburg - a contrast to our own weather.