Day 247 - Sunny day

Such a lovely sunny day this morning, the sun transforming everything and bringing out colours. The one pieris surviving in the garden is lovely at the moment. Without warning, the sky became dark and intense, and rain pelted down for a good soak. Our freshly mown grass looked thick and lush green. Love the contrasts.

Day 246 - Still smiling about yesterday

Last night my younger son competed in the school's annual soloists competition and won. It's so good to see him happy. He doesn't always see his abilities realistically, and would never have expected to win this. The competition was fantastic - a wonderful group of talented musicians. It would have been difficult to judge; Max Cooke was very positive and constructive in his feedback. I hope this experience lifts my son's confidence for his audition into VCASS next Tuesday. I also hope he doesn't catch my virus.

I borrowed the photo from Guest Photographer.

Day 245 - This is how my day changed

Today I've been married 25 years. I'm at home, and a little concerned that I'm feeling so lousy and weak for the fifth day already. This was going to be the photo for the day.

What did I intend with this photo? Was I feeling reflective? Was I going to try a hackneyed angle and claim I was a shadow of my former self? Was I feeling a strange detachment from everything and everyone as you do when you feel so unwell that you lose interest in all things?

Unexpectedly, my husband came home during his lunch to bring me flowers. Fuscias are the flowers we chose for our wedding. Simple, cheerful fragrance. This is how my day changed.

Day 244 - Doorways

Doors, doorways, windows, gates...

There's something about them that I love. They have dual possibilities. They keep things private, secluded, secret. They can also open the way, invite, provide a sneak preview, a selective glimpse. They proclaim. They say, come in, there's something in here. They're mysterious, tantalising. They can be welcoming, menacing, perfunctory, unnoticeable. They carry people's names in offices. They indicate wealth, poverty. They have social standing. They accessorise with handles - small, large, impressive, quirky, ugly, inventive. They guard entrances into spaces. They are metaphors.

Day 243 - Sun before rain

Captured this shot this morning (although it doesn't capture it at all) as the almost orange, intense sunlight lit up trees before the sky clouded over and released rain. It's such a welcoming sight considering the drought. It poured a few times for short periods over the day. I was wishing I had a water tank. Maybe I should think about getting one.

Day 242 - First blossom

The first blossom on the weeping cherry. I'm excited about all the budding and flowering that's about to take place. I tried to take the shot with Guest Photographer's new camera, but the blossom was too small and insignificant against the grey of the weatherboards. Guest Photographer took this one for me, and as soon as I feel better, I'll learn how to get this effect with the blurred background.

Day 241 - New camera

Guest Photographer finally has his new Nikon D3000 in his possession. See the understated joy in his eyes. I say understated because his eyes don't betray his gushing joy, just as this photo doesn't show his celebratory prancing around the house. I thought I'd try out the camera.
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