After all the clamour of Christmas and New Year a bunch of my friends and I decided to take a long weekend holiday. After some confusion with booking accommodation we all piled into cars and made our way up to Katoomba and stayed at ‘Alta Mira’, or as we liked to refer to it, ‘Casa del Fiesta’ (it means castle of dreams). The house was amazing, with a ridiculous shower that looked like it came out of a steampunk catalogue, so many rooms that I kept worrying I’d get lost, and an impressive garden.
I brought my camera with me, and took photos of… plants, mostly.
(clicking on the photos will bring up bigger versions, by the way)
On the Sunday most of us went for a walk to look at the 3 Sisters, and I took photos of… plants, mostly. I feel like there might be a bit of a theme here. It was a gorgeous area, and interesting to explore the bushland rather than just sitting around the house or looking at shops. It also was really sunny and hot, and I was not the only one who got sunburnt that day.
We also had a frequent visitor named Shinto, who seemed pretty interested in the inside of Alta Mira, and getting pats from us, and generally being completely adorable. The other cat visited occasionally and the two of them had a fluff-off; the other cat was obviously older and had no time for Shinto’s attempts at intimidation.
Everyone agreed that it was an awesome weekend, and that we should do it again. Maybe next time I will take photos of something other than plants and cats?
I decided recently that I was going to get out of the house at least once a week, and take photos while I was at it. This is good on two levels because a) i’m getting exercise and not sitting in my pyjamas eating chocolate all day, and b) it will make me more comfortable taking photos in public and hopefully improve my photography skills as well. On Wednesday I had to go pick up a birthday present for Ben, so I figured I might as well take the camera along too. Since I quit my job in December I haven’t been visiting Newtown as much as I used to, and things change so quickly there. Even Erskineville had changed since the last time I’d been there. I feel like the world is moving on without me and I am missing it all by sitting at home stagnating.
It took me a while to get into the photo-taking mood, and was a little discouraged when my old boss made fun of me for taking photos, so there are only two nice ones of Erskineville. I will try better next time, I promise. Later in the afternoon, Jeph Jacques was having a meet up while he was briefly in the country, so I figured I might as well try again. I feel weird taking photos of people, but I figured if the urge came over me my camera would be better than my phone. I ended up mostly taking photos of people I knew, but I am pretty happy with the results anyway.
The meetup was ridiculous. There were probably about 60-70 people there, if not more, and Jeph drew pictures for everyone who wanted them. I got there at 5pm and we didn’t leave to get food until about 10pm. Half the photos I took were blurry from my hands shaking out of hunger. It was an awesome afternoon, I talked to some interesting people and had a chance to take photos of people without them caring. But by the end of the day I just wanted to come home and crash.
The next day was basically spent doing this:
I think cats have the right idea.