This is where I share my every-day photography, snippets of family life, and other things that give me joy.


King Tutu

Walking back to the car today after a huge lunch with friends in Chinatown, we passed a construction site.

King Tutu

I think it's beautiful when demolition exposes the secret stories of a building's former life.



My African Violet is finally blooming. The last time it managed to send up a bud, one of the cats decided to climb up and pee on it. This time, it's well out of kitties' reach, and obviously much happier for it.



Bizzaro dinner

The eldest had a couple of friends over tonight for a birthday dinner - a backwards meal. He wanted cake for main course (a meat cake), and pizza for dessert (chocolate pizza).

It's rarely straighforward for his birthday meals (last year was a teeny-tiny party with miniature everything), but this one posed a real challenge. The only meat cakes I could find on the interwebs were made of solid slabs of meatloaf - not very appetising - so I made a dense, round lasagna in a torte tin. I added egg to the cheesy bechamel and used fresh lasagna sheets to layer and wrap it, and it all stuck together pretty well. Once it was baked and turned out, I "iced" it with mashed potato. Bacon salt sprinkles and BBQ sauce writing finished it off.

Meat cake

The boys were bemused, then amused, then wolfed it down.

Meatcake after

The chocolate pizza (demolished too quickly for the gathering of photographic evidence) was made from a basic pizza dough flavoured with cocoa and extra honey, baked with mini marshmallows and white choc-bits, and then drizzled with a milk chocolate ganache once it was out of the oven. Another made-up recipe that worked. Thank goodness.

Happy birthday sweetheart. All six-foot-three-and-the-rest-inches of you.



"HYPOTHESES: Evil is boring. Cynicism is idiotic. Fear is a bad habit. Despair is lazy. Joy is fascinating. Love is an act of heroic genius. Pleasure is our birthright. Receptivity is a superpower."

- Rob Brezsny, Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings




I love this city.

Tonight we took the kids (plus one) to follow the Light Walk around the Rocks and Sydney Harbour as part of the Vivid Festival. Over 20 light installations. The final stop on the trail was the OperaHouse, bathed in lush projections by Brian Eno.

It was an amazing evening - seeing our city put on such a good (free) show gets me quite emotional.



"Evil is like a shadow - it has no real substance of its own, it is simply a lack of light. You cannot cause a shadow to disappear by trying to fight it, stamp on it, by railing against it, or any other form of emotional or physical resistance. In order to cause a shadow to disappear, you must shine light on it."

- Shakti Gawain


Done Cannes, Done Sundance, Dungog

Ghost story

We spent a rainy weekend camping at the Dungog Film Festival. Five films over three days.

The best movie we saw was Lake Mungo - a wonderfully well-crafted ghost story.
Driving on the foggy roads later that evening, I was convinced there was something lurking at every corner.


Bunny bucket

Bunny bucket

Pepper the bunny on one of her occasional visits to the house. (We did let her out of the bucket to hop around the lounge room for a few hours.)


Mirrored years

We finially managed to get into the kity with the kids to see Yayoi Kusama's retrospective ("Mirrored Years") at the MCA. It's always a great gallery to visit with the kids - so much more than static paintings on the walls. Kusama was certainly no disappointment in that respect. The highlight was when they shut the five of us in a room with mirrors on every surface, and the floor covered with red and white polka-dot stuffed shapes - installation art at its finest.

The other exhibitions were equally satisfying - I Walk the Line (New Australian Drawing) and Avoiding Myth & Message (Australian Artists and the Literary World).

And then as we left, we discovered this odd "tree" on the lawn in front of the gallery. It looked like a bare Magnolia Grandis from a distance, but we soon discovered it was an ad for a new brand of tissues. At the end of each branch was a fabric flower, and it was some poor backpacker's job to staple individual tissues to each flower. As people removed the free samples from the flowers, she rolled her eyes and stomped over to staple on another tissue. Unintentional performance art.


Mothers' Day

Mothers' Day 2009

Every Mothers' Day for the last six years, I've taken a photo of my three beautiful kids as a gift for my Mum, and as a record of how quickly they change.

You can see the whole set here.