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Strangler Fig
Today, our New Year’s Day, was delicious.
Bowl of cherries for brekker. (Could only be improved by the addition of some King Island Dairy triple brie.. but you can’t have everything.)
A trip to Springbrook National Park to see the natural arch. (Here, it most definitely would have been improved if I’d brought my tripod, and someone to carry it! Must have groaned over not having it about.. oh.. a hundred times.)
Being in the Gold Coast vicinity, we hit the beach. About half an hour of the beach completely fulfils my beachy needs, and I left Mr BB and the crowd, to read my non-school fluffy chic lit book and eat slightly melty Lindt.
That, bloggy friends, is a perfect start to the year.
Hope yours is as glorious. 
Escape
It’s that time of year.
What’s My Subject?
Hello Bloggy friends,
Would you be so kind as to cast your artiest eyes over these two pics, and give me your thoughts on the composition, specifically, the issues of cropping and focal point.
Here is Blossy loving Angus. I don’t mind this shot, but something about it doesn’t feel right.
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After cropping I think it has more interest, but.. does it change the subject from Blossy to Angus, or does it make it .. feel like it has no subject at all because Blossy is sharp and Angus isn’t? I feel that cropping as I have makes Angus the subject (therefore he should be in focus..?)
If you’d share your thoughts on this one, I’d be grateful!
Door in the Window
I have a fancy for old, dilapidated buildings. I don’t know what it is.. maybe it’s the way you can feast your imagination on the history of them. But whatever it is, I can’t go past one.
What’s the Time, Mr Wolf?
It’s really Mr BB, of course, but he has his wolfish moments.
We spent Saturday at a Regency Garden Party and Grand Spring Ball. (Yes! Another! Girly followers will be able to read about it on Beyondbluestockings..um… eventually.)
And this one is for my little friend, SK: my daughter, the same age as you. 
It’s Here!
Happy Spring, bloggy friends!
Romeo and Juliet
Ever watched butterflies court? I feel privileged to have intruded on this pair. Must be a male thing, though, that such a hairy, old, beat up specimen as this one, has perfect confidence in his ability to charm that unblemished young thing on the leaf.
Incognito Tea Drinking
The art of drinking tea is clearly acquired, rather than innate. Because I can assure you that neither of the mothers of these two petals drink tea in quite this fashion.
