I spotted this rainbow this morning when I went outside to wait for my ride to the Op Shop. If you look closely you can just see a second one.
Yesterday was our federal election and I spent the day working at the Op Shop. The school was a polling place and the parents’ group ran a sausage sizzle as a fundraiser. Here is my sausage, with onion but no sauce.
The day was very pleasant, the shop did well, the sausages all sold out and there was a nice community atmosphere.
Unfortunately, the day went downhill once the polls closed and the Liberal government was returned for another three years. There is a lot more I’d like to say about that but I should probably wait till I’m less angry; maybe in about three years.
This week’s Photo A Week Challenge again uses the number three, this time three photos of the same object from three different angles. I headed out into the back yard on a cloudy Saturday afternoon to see what I could come up with. I had a couple (or three) ideas and in the end, decided to share them all.
I had been meaning to take a photo of my potted marigolds and lobelia as the colours are so pretty together.
I also found a different way of looking at my beloved apple tree.
Finally, I took some of Cindy. What are the chances of getting your dog to sit still for three photos? Especially as I had to walk past her for the last one. Usually, she gets up and follows me when I move.
I don’t consciously think about the rule of thirds when I’m taking pictures, but I probably do when I’m editing them as I often crop photos. I do enjoy looking at subjects that are a little off centre but every picture is different sometimes it’s fine to break the rules.
An old church in Dover, Tasmania
Today is ANZAC Day. I didn’t get up early to go to the dawn service or catch the bus to see the parade in Hobart but the above are some photos that I took of the 2015 march.
I don’t think of the march as a celebration of war so much as a day that we remember the fallen.
Years ago when I used to go Dawn Service and to see the march in Adelaide regularly I used to enjoy seeing the pleasure the veterans got out of seeing old friends that maybe they didn’t see very often and their determination to go the distance even though they were old and maybe disabled.
It was once felt that the ANZAC tradition would die once the men and women who served in the world wars were gone but instead it seems to have become bigger. Of course, we’re never going to run out of conflicts to lose soldiers in.
I just hope that young people are commemorating the day for the right reasons. Many young Australians like to visit Turkey and spend ANZAC Day at Gallipoli but it was not meant to be about rock concerts and selfies. It’s a time to be solemn, reflect and do our best to make sure that no more young men have to die in a war.
I spotted this old car on a property not far from my house. Naomi says that it is an Austin A40 from around 1951.