Week 2: Winter

Alison

If there’s not a lot of colour and not a lot of warmth outside, sometimes you’ve just gotta make it for yourself.

Daniel

Winter in Brisbane means crisp mornings and beautiful blue sky days.

Debbie


Raindrops keep falling….no snow, or frost photos, just rain drops and blue skies.

Grant

Winter = July = Le Tour – late nights beside a raging fire watching magnificent scenery and an absorbing contest (particularly in this year’s Tour de Carnage); and taking in the vocabulary  – maillot jaune, echelon, gruppetto, peloton, soigneur, domestique, Lantern Rouge…

The mountain stages are amazing spectacles – the crowds go nuts, the riders are amazing and the scenery breathtaking.

Mel

Although it’s actually summer in the UK you would be surprised to know the weather at the moment is colder and wetter than my family have in actual winter in Southern Hemisphere. Winter for me is mainly about football (soccer) season so today I was out in the pouring rain running around getting drenched, laughing and training hard getting ready for our upcoming season pink rain coat and all.

Sharon

To me, winter is boots. My inside boots and my outside boots. Alison’s aunty made the inside boots (to my exacting specifications – which just meant ‘make them the same as Alison’s’). I wear my outside boots to work every day! Yes, every single day – they’re the comfy-ist boots ever! I’m not a ‘shoe’ person, but I do like my boots. I just need some gumboots now to finish off the set…

Tim

Winter in Melbourne is all greyness, mist, icy air, and umbrellas. Umbrellas everywhere! Which is great fun for those of us whose eyes are at roughly the height of your average umbrella point. So, I duck and weave my way to work, dodging raindrops and sharp metal objects, my hands turning blue in the cold, and yet somehow I still mostly prefer it to summer…

Next week…

Our week 3 theme is: Transport.

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Week 1: Self-portrait

Alison

I bought this chair secondhand, right before I moved into this house. It was the first piece of furniture I bought to have here with me. It is comfy and a little worn in the arms. I have spent many an evening in this chair, tucked away in my little office, with a cuppa and my feet up, safe in this little house. This is the house that I made home for myself, for the very first time; a home that wasn’t made home for me, but by me.

This corner of my house was once set up with toys and books for Livvy and Owen. Right now, it’s one of the few corners in the house that isn’t exploding with HEY LOOK, I’M MOVING, and that’s only because I dusted and pushed junk out of the way and moved some pretty things around so that I could take the picture.

Flanked on one side by the beautiful orchids that were gifted to me by my colleagues when I left my school last Friday, and on the other by the equally beautiful fig leaf ficus gifted to me on Valentine’s Day by the girl who would very shortly go on to reveal herself as The Best Ever, matching and complementing AND complimenting all the things that are The Best about me too.

Growth and change and movement and gratitude and excitement and EEEEEE THIS IS CRAZY. An aptly timed self portrait, once again.

Daniel

Hi, I’m Daniel. This is a photo of me standing against my front wall in Brisbane, 16th July 2017.

Debbie


This self portrait is a statement. As I only use my phone I didn’t want to just produce a standard ‘selfie’ so I have used an editing app to give it some interest and a pop of colour. I have been reading a lot of Over 50 blogs lately and they all mention wisdom, experience, fashion, style and how not to become invisible as you age. This photo therefore is my take on being over 50, being a bit colourful, a bit trendy and features my trademark Debbie smile. I’m definitely not intending to become invisible as I age. I’m happy with myself just as I am.

Grant

This is almost how I look most mornings at the moment, rugged up against the heavy frosts and heading out to do various jobs around the place. This particular morning I have just emerged from crawling around under the house (complete with an unbelievable number of spider webs) looking for Luna (our 20 year old cat), who we now believe has wandered off to a place unknown to rest in peace.

Mel

Happy, content and relaxed in the garden. Summer is here!

Sharon

It’s cold out!

Tim

This is the face that I choose for today…