It’s been eighteen years and sixteen days.


A well earned beer while the BBQ fires up. Waaaay too much gardening done. But then, I wanted a yard…

The falcon seems to be accepting its new role of trophy car. It's not been the daily driver for six months now. Instead, a sort of project car, sadly lacking skills from me though.

Given it is worth less than a set of tyres, and much less than the annual on road costs, I know it makes no sense to keep it. It's not a V8, or even a turbo six. Plain jane interior that needs a new headliner. Any money spent is crazy. Still, it was our car for nearly twenty years. Took us to our wedding, birth of our daughter and all the other stuff of life.

500,000 km down. These were always strong cars. Let down by terrible interiors. I blame the fleet buyers. Oh well. Sunset was pretty.

With the light behind her, she could pass for someone half her age.

My girl is growing up

When they are babies, what great models. But then what choice do they have?

Now at nearly eight, Amelia is off playing with friends. Not posing. And not easy to get candids of at the park.

I guess I'll have to turn to macro, or nature/landscaper now.