Sick Bags at the ready...

I did this by slowing the shutter speed and pushing the camera quickly towards the flowers as I pressed the shutter button down.

Sorry if it is hard on your eyes. But I am a tad proud.

;)

Three weeks left of winter and the spring flowers are making a show already. Even the plum tree is sprinkled with blossoms.

One of my favourite things is to watch the Lamb Gang tear along the fence line kicking up their little hooves.

They so deserve to have their woollie cheeks kissed.

There is only a handful of ewes left to pop. Always a relief when it's over.

And we have nine piglets. Well done Honey Pig!

:)

I'm trying to ignore the fact that I'm lumbering around the internet like a big lazy dinosaur ... 

I am without broadband *sigh*

If it takes a month of Sundays to upload a photo, then so be it. 

It means I can toddle off and do other jobs while I wait. 

I've started wandering around the farm in the late afternoon taking photos of things I wouldn't normally ... 

hence the barbed wire.

There's been many a time I've hooked my botty on one of those bad boys. Ghastly stuff!

I like to fiddle with the white balance on my little dude camera.
This time I set it to 'shade' and it gave a beautiful richness to the colours. I also love it when I make my camera do fuzzy fronts and backs. Very cool!

Can you see the poo on the wire? I'm guessing birdie revenge.

tenderly

'yearning'

'opening'

'in love'

The sad side of farming

A Cloud of Sheep

Orange on the Move

'Pensive'

I'm still trying to be 'shapeless'

:)

Do you think this is Shapeless?

'Ladies in Waiting'

ooh look ...

brrrrrr

ooh look look ...

awwww

meet

Snow and Ice

next generation of 'vegetable garden intruders'

we told the sheeps, keep your legs crossed.

but do they listen ... nope!

(mummy and twins, one of each btw, are snuggle bugs in the shed) 

Christchurch Cathedral

The devastation of the Cathedral hit me hard ... like a piece of my heart had been ripped out. I wondered how a building could affect me so much. And I realised it was the special memories I have there.

My nan would often take me to the Cathedral when I was a child. I was in awe of it. We'd climb the tower stairs together. Me running up and down, hurrying her along, while she struggled in high heels. Then the exciting view at the top, overlooking the square when it was a pretty place to visit. I miss it and I miss her.

The photo I took of the Cathedral fascinates me because of the roof shingles. They remind me of a pack of playing cards. Nan and I would spend hours building (when she wasn't teaching me poker!) 'card houses'. Where a wobbly hand could send the whole city crashing to the ground. But we'd always rebuild it, stronger and better. And of course it would have to sit there in the middle of the lounge until I went home days after.

A nana is just the best person to have in one's life.

shapeless

translucency