If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?
I’d read more, write more and unfortunately I’d probably shop more online.
What job would you be terrible at?
I can think of loads of jobs I’d be terrible at. I’d be a terrible athlete, I’d be terrible at anything that involved ladders, don’t ask me to clean your windows or gutters. I would be lousy at anything in the medical profession as I can’t even watch CSI without cringing at the sight of blood and gore. It would probably be a shorter list if I said what I might be good at.
When was the last time you climbed a tree?
I’ve never climbed a tree. Fear of falling remember.
Do you count your steps?
What for? I have tried a pedometer a couple of times but for me walking is more enjoyable if I am not thinking about exercise.
Bonus question (just because it’s really silly) What’s the dumbest way you’ve injured yourself?
I’m not sure it’s the dumbest but I once put my back out cutting my toenails.
I love colourful things and although I’ve come to appreciate black & white photography I love to take photos in colour most of all.
I love the colours in nature, golden daffodils and red roses, green grass and blue sky. I love the way a body of water can be deep blue, or turquoise or even black depending on the conditions and I feel happy when I see a rainbow on a dull day. I look forward to blossoms and spring flowers but also to the golden colours of autumn.
I remember how at one time when my work was making me feel very stressed and I was getting headaches I would go to a fabric store in the city after work. Half an hour or so looking at colourful fabrics and yarns always made me feel better even if I didn’t buy anything. The headache would just go away.
Lack of colour has the opposite effect on me. A modern decorating trend I have noticed when looking at houses on real estate websites is to have grey walls, flooring, curtains and accessories. Whenever I see this I feel that all the personality has been washed out of the house. I don’t feel that I want to even enter houses like this. If I had to live in one I am sure I would become seriously depressed if I were not allowed to redecorate.
I am not a huge fan of pink usually. It is a pretty colour, don’t get me wrong but I get tired of it being associated with girly things all the time. Everything Barbie is pink, and it’s rather a loud shade for my taste.
I do love pink in nature though and occasionally I see other pink things that I like to photograph. Here are some of them.
My sister, cousins and I had a reasonably free childhood once we came to Australia. Our home was in Elizabeth, north of Adelaide. We could play in the street in front of our houses or go to a nearby park which didn’t require crossing the main road. We older ones could walk to the local shops for ice cream or comics and sometimes to another park when the “Trampoline Man” came for a few days in the school holidays. Our suburb was pretty quiet except at around 4pm when the local factories let out and all the workers came home.
When I was around twelve my eldest cousin and I were both allowed to go to “the big shops” at Elizabeth Town Centre or the library alone.
Even though they allowed us our freedom I’m sure our parents worried about us and we did get into trouble if we went off without telling them where we were going or failed to return at the appointed time.
Naomi and I arrived in Australia with our mum on 23 January 1966. Three days later on 26 January, three young children, Jane, Arnna, and Grant Beaumont disappeared from Glenelg beach not far from Adelaide. They were never heard of again.
If ever our parents needed a cautionary tale there was one. They impressed on us that we should not talk to or go off with strangers. It certainly made an impression on me because the eldest girl, Jane was the same age as me. To our parents’ credit, this didn’t stop them from letting us go places on our own but I know that mum always worried until we returned safely and I am sure my aunt and uncle did too although my cousins were not fond of walking so their dad would usually get a call to pick them up from wherever they had gone or be asked to drive them here or there. Naomi and I usually walked everywhere.
I need a little colour and fun this week so I’m playing along with Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge. These photos are all “ones I prepared earlier”. I do have my camera and my portable hard drive with all my photos on it with me at Ally’s house. As the weather is not very colourful, it’s been predominantly brown and ash grey, these photos are all reruns from various other posts.