I recently read a blog (wish I could remember which one – apologies if it was yours and I haven’t credited you with this brilliant idea) in which the writer had undertaken to take a photo a day on their phone camera. Their intention was not to produce images to make folk gasp in wonder, grace the pages of illustrious publications, or have folk shelling out to own then; her aim was simply to get her stopping and looking. She has found that, along with providing a great pictorial commentary of her everyday life, it has had the added, unforeseen benefit of teaching her heaps about the camera in her phone and this struck a chord with me. I am terrible at remembering to take photos and, when I do, I am often embarrassed at the quality of them. You folk know this as, if I have failed to bully our resident photographer into picking up the camera, you have been subjected to them. This sounded like a challenge I could do with embracing, so this week I bring you my haphazard photo commentary of the Union Homestead week that was.
This summer has been really dry but I steadfastly stick to my habit of daily watering, hose in hand. I could proclaim this is because I am mindful of water conservation or I find it easier to keep stock of how the garden is doing – both are true – but the real reasons are because I am terrible at remembering to turn off irrigation systems and worse at spearing any hoses within my gardens with carelessly wielded forks and spades (there is only so much that can be mended with duct tape). I was attempting to take an arty photo of me watering my beans (not easy when you are as dominant-handed as me) when this happened right in front of my nose (literally).
One way to get me really angry is to proclaim that sheep are stupid. I can feel my blood pressuring building even as I type this, but I will not harp on. Instead, here’s our dear Froda who has figured out water from the tap is way nicer than the stuff that’s been sitting in the trough all day, thus making me feel less bad about our shoddy hose fittings.
Homeschooling comes with it’s own unique issues – like the labrador who doesn’t understand he can no longer lie on your knee when you’re working on your ipad
Bookend photos: the day started dry and hot and blustery but by Colin’s evening walk time it was comfortably cool – with the sky telling all kinds of stories.
Thursdays we often catch up with the lovely Wawa’s who live across the directly across mighty Waimakariri River from us. From the old Homestead, this trip felt like a huge undertaking; another bonus to our new address. The conversation is reason enough to get together, but often there’s cherries (or blackcurrants) on the top
Friday was one of those wonderful stay-at-home days where you can really get your teeth into a project
So, that was the week that was. Hope you enjoyed my humble photographic attempt.