Tagged: A photo meme

The lovely Thea over at Do I Really Wanna Blog? and the equally lovely Jodie over at Mummy Mayhem both tagged me in their favourite photo posts.  Thanks guys! I love photos, and choosing just one will be tough.  I have been thinking about this while on my forced blogging break, due to study and work commitments (yes, even though technically I’m on holidays.)

The task of choosing a photo has been made easier for two reasons, the first being my old lap top died, and although most photos were retrieved, they are not easy to access for someone as impatient as me.  Most other photos have been burnt to disc and are packed away awaiting the end of the fire season.

I also find it hard, because for me, photos fall into a number of categories, kids, kids and friends, friends and me, family…  Each photo hold special memories of a moment in time.  I have, while trying to choose one for this post looked over many photos… and have smiled a lot.  Photos of the family that was made, at music festivals, selling wine, with friends at the beach, beautiful photos of my kids, my family, how can I choose just one?

Well, when it came down to it, I chose the following two… you may have noticed I don’t work well with limits.  Boundaries are meant to be pushed right?

Both these photos were taken in Tasmania a stones throw from my parents shack.  Now, the thing you need to know about the shack is this – in Tassie every holiday house is called ‘the shack.’ It could be a tin shed with a pot belly stove, it could be an architectural wonder on the edge of a cliff overlooking the beautiful East Coast, or anything in between. On a Friday, the start of a long weekend, or school holidays, when collecting children from school the excited cries of  ’I'm going to the shack’ can often be heard.

Mum and Dad’s Shack is situated in The middle of Tasmania, Dad is a fly fisherman.  It’s an art more than a sport.

These photos are at the river a short stroll form the shack.  I have seen the river covered in a sheet of ice, raging after rain, slowly meandering on a hazy Autumn day.  I’ve seen small brown trout wind their way along it, and watched our dogs dive for rocks in it.  These photos show Master10 and Miss8 at different ages.  The first Miss8 is about 3, her brother 5.  The next photo they are 4 and 6. The dog is our dear old boy Solo, who died last year, a gentle old soul who we still miss.  In the second photo Miss8 is wearing one of my hats, Master10 has on one of his grandfathers old akubra hats, complete with old hand tied flies hooked in it.  Master10 was given this hat when we moved to Melbourne.

I love these photos for a number of reasons.  They capture my kids at a moment in time when their whole world was family, shack, water, sun, and snow.  They are full of joy, wonder and infinite possibilities….

So now I can tag people to share their favourite photos – and here they are

Emily from Emlykd the strange

Megan from Writing Out Loud

Tags: children, parenting