Week 14: Still life with food

Alison

Spring afternoon, returning home from a glorious and laughter-filled weekend away, I whip up a salad and take my serve out to the little white table that Beth repainted to have in our little courtyard. I slice a lemon (from her parents’ home orchard) and pick some mint from our herb garden. I duck back inside to the shelf where my fancy napkins are. And then this.

On the weekend, my housemate elaborately prepared a salmon and cooked it on the fire, served with love to our friends and accompanied by nutritious veggie dishes, glasses of wine, and my new favourite drink, the Caesar. Food can be bountiful, creative, noisily shared, or quiet and still in the courtyard of a busy neighbourhood on a Sunday afternoon when the world around is getting ready to reset for a new week.
I am grateful.

Daniel

There’s no need to see the menu, just get the savoury waffle with popcorn chicken, fried egg, carrot jam and maple syrup. Trust me.

Debbie


A special Fijian banana crepe for breakfast – with a side serve of a chocolate heart. We were there for a wedding after all!

Grant

Food?

Mel

Mel is still working on her image…

Sharon

Sweet and sour still life.

Tim

A minimalist arrangement for a minimalist cuisine…

Next week…

Our week 15 theme is: Spring…

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Week 13: Self-portrait #2

Alison

Sunday afternoon.

I iron far more regularly than I drink to excess, (or drink at all!), but last night we warmed our beautiful little terrace with a lot of new friends and old, and I had a few cheeky Frangelicos, so today is a slooooow day, in my very happy home, surrounded by all my favourite things that make me feel at home wherever I am. My old house is on the market this week. I don’t know! It’s all a combination of adult feelings, moving on and growing up. Cheers!

Daniel

This is me after a long training session. After 63km of riding and running in the Queensland heat. This is me after getting hit by a magpie. This is me after swallowing and choking on a beetle. Legs burning, heart racing, dehydrated, exhausted, sunburnt, blistered, chaffed. This is me evaluating my life decisions. This is me…

Debbie


This says it all at this moment in time. A sun lounge, a pool, the family together and some warm sunshine, makes for a happy MOB (Mother of the Bride) on the day before the wedding.

Grant

Celebration time – Congratulations Eliza & Shawn.
More good food and music with fantastic people.
A great atmosphere in a beautiful setting.
Bula Bula!!

Mel

A tripod, external shutter release, just enough palm trees and a beautiful Fijian sunrise make for a perfect self portrait.

Sharon

Self-portrait: aka a challenge of representation. This week I had a model shoot in a studio, and so thought I’d make use of the affordances of the studio to take my own self-portrait. Each element is carefully selected to represent something of myself. Look carefully to see what you can learn!

Tim

“Some phoenix may rise from these ashes, but the fire comes first” (Ben Abraham, This is on me)…

Next week…

Our week 14 theme is: Still life with food…

Week 12: The kitchen

Alison

It’s fairly meditative for me; to grab a pile of veggies and chop them up, not knowing exactly what I’m making but trusting my instincts.

My grandfather, Ronnie, he doesn’t have a grave. He doesn’t have a rosebush or a plaque. He has a shed that makes me wheeze now, and feel sad, because I used to be so impressed by the order of everything; everything having a place.

So sometimes I visit him while I’m chopping veggies, no matter where I am. It feels like a place that we both can be at the same time, and no one has to know.

Daniel

Standing on the outside looking in.

Debbie


Hanging from the rafters (well almost)!

Grant

Friday’s ‘Red Herring’ became an obvious choice.

Mel

I said goodbye to this kitchen yesterday. No more cups of teas and chats with friends, no more hob filled with magnets from our adventures, no more staring out the window at the changing seasons and no more getting annoyed when the light bulbs blow as soon as they go in. We said goodbye to this kitchen and this house yesterday after 7.5 years. Thank you dear kitchen for serving us and our bellies well, and might I add you’ve never looked cleaner.

Sharon

He’s a pot stand but prefers hanging around in the kitchen.

Tim

You can tell a lot about a house by what’s in the fridge. Here, you can see that we are rather fond of things that are red, selections from the deli, and keeping things in containers. You can also see that we keep more than just food in the fridge…

Next week…

Our week 13 theme is: Self-portrait #2…

Week 11: Black and White

Alison

My ride or die.

Daniel

Not many people have been able to pull off the white sock/black shoe combo since Michael Jackson but I’m glad this lady tried it, and if you squint it kinda looks like she’s moonwalking. Hee-hee.

Debbie


It seemed almost sacrilegious to take a photo of my magnificent magnolia flowers in black and white, but I must say I was surprised at how much I liked the end result.  Black and white has a certain power; I feel the magnolia’s beauty shines through.

Grant

It’s Black and White. (it’s clear)

Not always, but in this case maybe.

Mel

Shapes and light are made for black and white. There’s also a few shades of grey in here but not 50, I checked.

Sharon

If you squint a little it looks like these figures are cut out of the clouds. These were part of the sculpture exhibition at the Tesselaar Tulip Festival.

Tim

I’d been on the lookout all week for just the right mix of tone, textures, and lines. All to no avail. But then, bright and early on Friday morning as we busied ourselves in the studio, I paused to look outside, and found them there waiting…

Next week…

Our week 12 theme is: The kitchen…

Week 10: Photographer’s Choice

Alison

Someone lovely whose photo I have never taken before and would like to take again.

Daniel

It was the big arrow that got my attention, yelling at me from across the street “THIS WAY… OVER HERE!” I wasn’t sure what it was pointing to. Then as I got closer it lowered its voice as if in secret and said “There’s a photo here somewhere”. I had no reason to distrust my new pointy friend so I lifted the camera and pressed the button.

Debbie


When I questioned the theme of Photographer’s choice, while being away from home for the week, my sister’s advice was take a photo of something I wouldn’t find at home. So obviously I chose Mt Warning as my model! The iconic cane fields provide a natural frame to this special place.

Grant

My partner is puzzling over what to bid next – the bidding so far 1H, 2D, 2H, 2S, 3H, 3NT, Pass.

What does it all mean?

What should she bid?

Mel

Probably not the best footwear to be go jumping in puddles with.

Sharon

Lincoln’s beautiful eyelashes caught my attention one day last week when I was visiting and I was thrilled that I managed to catch him in a rare quiet moment (given that when I asked if I could take his photo he said ‘nope’ and wandered off).

Tim

Lately I’ve had cause to be trawling back through my old images. I dusted off the old hard drive, plugged it in, and took a trip back to other times, other places. I fixed on a whole body of work that I did back in 2007, for my first solo exhibition, which was all skies and glorious clouds and calm water. I decided to get back to that style, back to where this all began for me. Luckily, Port Phillip Bay was happy to oblige (although it did take the ship a little while to edge into position)…

Next week…

Our week 11 theme is: black and white…

Week 9: The letter D

Alison

D is for Driving Dog, D-D-D.

Daniel

D is for detail.

Debbie


Double D – I’m hiding; can you see me?

Grant

By coincidence the theme D coincides with a trip to the Dentist, the first appointment of two related to having a crown. William, the dentist, was very happy to participate in this 52 Weeks activity, as was his assistant Simone. The most fun I’ve had at the dentist for a long time, although the cost took away some of the fun.

Mel

Diggers dig things; they make childhood dreams come true; they made money for us to buy our house; they make a lot of mess; but most of all, they make the other half smile like he’s a kid in a sandpit every day.

Sharon

D is for dumbbells. (You did see them, didn’t you?)

Tim

The delicate dance of decline and decay…

Next week…

Our week 10 theme is: Photographer’s choice…

Week 8: Old fashioned/Vintage

Alison

We found this tin at the market in Epping Forest one Saturday. I had a love-hate relationship with Weetbix as a child (unlike my brother who could take down at least ten in a morning) but I’ve come to appreciate them recently. The wholegrain kind. With fruit and yogurt and almond milk (a far cry from a begrudging two with full cream milk and a tablespoon of sugar! Children of the nineties).

Daniel

After new age bartenders started taking liberties and getting too creative behind the bar during the early 1800’s, the purists started asking for something a bit more old-fashioned. The name stuck. This is a bourbon Old Fashioned, made without song and dance, without flair, just bourbon stirred with sugar and bitters. It doesn’t have Facebook, it doesn’t care for instagram likes.

Debbie


These ribbons are so old-fashioned even I don’t know what they’re used for! I’m thinking craft??  I love the colours, the setting and the display. They just say old-fashioned to me.

Grant

My trusty Ferguson TEA 20 – known widely as a Grey Fergie – a well known vintage tractor and highly sought after by tractor enthusiasts/restorers.

Mel

Vintage lighthouses are scattered along the English coastline like little fairy lights, ushering the ships along for safe passage.

Sharon

It’s funny how a satin-lined box languishing in the bottom drawer, containing six silver cake forks, can bring back so many vivid memories of family celebrations; of laughing at the old-fashioned-ness of them, even all those years ago. But here they are – still in the family, still a source of wonder. I might have to organise a tea party!

Tim

When it comes to cakes, nothing says old-fashioned quite like that perennial favourite, the Neenish tart. Simple. Refined. Delicate. A fluffy, creamy centre, under the slightly brittle surface of the icing. Other cakes have come and gone, but the Neenish tart stands proud atop a pile of once-trendy cronuts, unicorn cupcakes, and chia puddings. Excuse me, I’ll be back in a minute – I’m suddenly hungry…

Next week…

Our week 9 theme is: The letter D…