Thursday, December 31, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
I noticed evidence of botanical creativity around all the trees along the strip. Quaint.
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.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Meanwhile, we still have a while to go until our Christmas. Now to try and focus a little more and indulge less.
It was difficult driving to the church through the pelting rain which made visibility almost impossible. Some drivers stopped on the side of the road. Safe and dry in the beautiful church built in the nineteenth century, we filled an entire row/pew, and tried our best to sing the German hymns which are always pitched very high. These pictures were taken by Mr 19 and you can see the rest of them in his photostream once they're uploaded.
At home, good food, pink champagne, animated conversations, a flurry of paper ripping and ribbons, excited children, groaning dessert table, happy farewells and well wishes at the door. Groggily collecting the debris and restoring order. Falling into bed happy, relieved and grateful.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
We sing carols in German. Since my husband and boys don't speak German, I give them a quick lesson on how to pronounce the vowels and consonants on the way to the church.
Early in January we celebrate Christmas again!!
I wish you all a peaceful and happy Christmas wherever you are.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Still decorating and wishing my artistic eye was more artistic.
Just now, after hearing rushing of water, we looked out beyond our backyard and saw an enormous gush of water. A water main must have burst. I wonder how long before it is stopped. Wishing I could catch it somehow and water my thirsty garden.
Just listening to a news update (9 pm) and surprised to hear that someone vandalised the Myer Christmas windows. Why?
Monday, December 21, 2009
I think this is the first day I've really felt relaxed since the holidays began. It had a lot to do with very good company.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Sorry for the late post.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
What it really looked like was this.
I'm following the predictable pattern for me in the first week of holidays - a feeling that I have to fix all those things hanging over my head during school term when my time is limited. This will pass, and then I'll assume a slug-like disposition which will continue until the last five or so days before school resumes, when I'll suddenly realise there are so many wonderful things to do and not enough time to do them all before the start of the school year. I need help.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Such a lovely Saturday. In the afternoon we had an enjoyable time at Sophie's first birthday. The table was set by Sophie's almost 3 year old brother; he did a great job. This little boy was busy all day, and finished the afternoon by displaying his conducting skills, complete with podium, music stand and baton.
Earlier a monthly market at the Botanical Gardens enticed us to breakfast and a leisurely stroll.
The Children's Garden is delightful.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The graffiti was spied in a side street. Here's the close-up and you can also see the rest of the wall here.
I'm fascinated by the combination of retail and residential in the inner city. This residence is above the shops in Gertrude Street, Fitzroy. It would be a nice change not to live in the suburbs.