13 June 2011

Austere



Since I've started working with the new camera, people have been saying I've been getting too big for my boots. Well, maybe they're right. Yesterday I found myself saying that I was going for an 'austere' look with my footage. Dave asked what that word meant and wrote it down on his hand, presumably to use for his comedy routine.

7 June 2011

Goings on

A couple of weeks ago now, Zach had a get together to officially bid farewell to our shores yet again, before heading back to his native NYC. Will Brown was in town for the occasion, looking suitably slick. It is the look of the moment.

Photobucket

It's persimmon season! What a relief! These ones look amazing, but taste quite unpleasant.

Photobucket

The tree is in the new backyard of none other than Conor and Amanda - the prodigal son and daughter have returned! They're not related! Who are they (and Andy) looking at I wonder?

Photobucket

It's Bonnie Bee!! She is loving Melbourne, and gave me a rowdy tour of her new digs.

Photobucket

Chewing on some mixed spice, lying on the rug. Doesn't get much better than that.

Photobucket

Flash forward a week, and Beatbox had set up shop at the velodrome down the road from our house. Dutifully, we trundled along, only to discover a seething hotbed of bike enthusiasts! They were having a competition, riding around the track, through the mud and over fences. This little 'un was a particular crowd favourite.

Photobucket

A group of us did a skatepark crawl on Saturday, winding up at this beauty in Langwarren.

Photobucket

But the real hot news story was Scottie's bday celebrations at Handsome Steve's. Here he is with his mum, making a slightly awkward speech after we sang him the song.

Photobucket

Penny led the charge on a ghost tour of the convent. I went along, skeptically may I add. I don't believe in no ghosts.

Photobucket

We made our way down a stairwell that was blocked off with a chain, to a pitch black corridor with a door at the end of it. I don't mind telling you, it gave us the spooks. We did a giggle and run, then thought better of it, and headed down the corridor all brave like, made it to the door and heard mens voices just outside. This tipped us over the edge. We hot-tailed it back to Steve's.

Photobucket

Things had moved along, the crowd whittling away and Scottie stepping behind the bar with the proprietor.

Photobucket

Pouring a frothy one.

Photobucket

Not a good pour. That may have been my work.

Photobucket

I engaged in the dangerous new craze of planking.

Photobucket

Sam and Rosie capably took over DJ duties.

Photobucket

Sam found a few doozies, such as 'Satan is Real'. Steve is quite the connoisseur.

Photobucket

Ah, Steve's.

Photobucket

Things got pretty foggy from thereon in.

Photobucket