Sunday, July 31, 2011

Ethel Carrick Fox and other glorious Sunday treats

There's a glorious exhibition on at the Queensland Art Gallery: Art, Love and Life - Ethel Carrick Fox and E. Phillip Fox.  Until next Sunday, you can see beauties like these.  I prefer Ethel's paintings to those of her hubby.  Her love of sunshine and use of light through flowers and foliage is joyous.

Image from QAG
Image of this magnificent painting is from QTIX




















We ducked into the Gallery Cafe for afternoon tea, which looked a little bit like this and that:































Ruby and Max are kind and generous.  But they're still kids. Their tolerance is pretty low for walking around an art gallery looking at paintings that are 100+ years old. Sadly. So we made a quick visit to the Queensland Museum. It's always a hit. And with good reason.  As Ruby explained "they know kids. They know stuff kids like. They make it interesting".  

Despite the critics, I enjoyed the Gallery today. The kids enjoyed the Museum.  Win/win.



















On our way back, we talked about the Louvre. Not really a fair comparison for the QAG, but they were asking for it when they installed a glass pyramid......














There were lots of peace signs being used today.  Max kinda lost the plot at the end and started doing this :O


















We had a fun afternoon. Mark was madly pre-occupied doing census collection work. Shame he couldn't join us. Maybe on our next adventure.

We're enjoying this gloriously sunny, fabulous Queensland winter. 

Hope you're finding a little patch of sunshine too.

peace and love
xxxx

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

World's best. Right here in Wynnum.

We bought an after school treat at a favourite bakery yesterday.

As we were leaving, with 'the most fabulous carrot cake ever', Max said to the dear old lady (who maybe owns the bakery) "your bakery is the best bakery in the whole wide world.  Not just Wynnum. The world".

She was best pleased.  Beaming with smiles.

He was happy.  Carrot cake clenched tightly in his sticky, sweaty little hand.

And I am grateful for a kind and thoughtful boy who likes other people to know how special they are.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Rainbow inspired....

I can never choose just one favourite. Certainly not just one favourite colour.  I love rainbows, the beautiful co-existence of colours.

I've been super-inspired by Rett's colourful catalogue of holiday photos. So starting soon'ish, I'll start posting some photos from our holiday (I promise they'll be ones you haven't seen before).  Tricky thing is that, on our *winter* holiday there was a LOT of grey and I'm going to have to search hard to find photos for each colour. There weren't too many opportunities to take photos like these.....












































But what a blessing that I got to take these!  Before the snooty woman came and told me to stop taking photos. What a cracker.  You'll never guess where we were.......

peace and love and rainbows to you xxxx

Sunday, July 10, 2011

We have a resident artist

Our Ruby is a creative little soul.  She loves to paint and draw and doodle and create.  Here's a sampling of her works.  

This first is her most recent canvas, created in a school holiday workshop at The Art Shed.   There's a common theme through Ruby's art.  See if you can pick it ;)








Her art teacher isn't teaching locally anymore and we're on the lookout for someone new. If you know of a fabulous art teacher in the Wynnum/Manly area, let me know!  

Wishing you peace, love and a healthy surge of creativity this week.
xxxx

A lazy Sunday morning

Lazy Sunday mornings are my favourite type of morning. Pottering around the house in jarmies, reading the paper, drinking cups of tea - perfect.

It's nice to live at a slower pace, even if only just for a few hours.

I'm not the only one who loves Sunday mornings. Here's the miss listening (and singing loudly along) to her new itunes purchases while she trawls through monsoon kids clothing online :o. Mr Max is playing the DS. Again.


















Mum and Lloyd have been visiting us this past week. And spoiling us. And doing lots of jobs at our house. Very pleased about the new power points in the laundry. And super excited that before they left this morning that Lloyd put my sweet ducks up (from The Collective Store). I stalked the store for about 3 months waiting for ducks in the perfect fabric. I love these ones. They're flying north. Of course.


















I hope you're enjoying a gloriously slow and peaceful Sunday too.
Peace and love from us to you.
xxxx

Sunday, July 03, 2011

About a boy

About Max.

My boy. He's kind. Loving. Adoring. Generous. Thoughtful. Passionate. Intense. Suffocating. Infuriating. Possessive. Relentless. The king of what's fair and just. Very competitive. But only when he knows he can win. A mass of contradictions. Highs and lows. He can bring great, great, great joy one moment and mind-numbing frustration the next.

He's a fast thinker, a smooth talker and a master negotiator. He knows it and he works it well.

Here he is below cunningly disguised as a regular 6 year old boy.























He's kind, sweet and loyal and his love is fierce. As nutty as he is, I couldn't ask for a better boy-child.

peace and love to you and the boys in your life
xxxx
p.s. I know he reads this blog :) Hi Max. I love you. x

Friday, July 01, 2011

Palm Island

I went to Palm Island recently. Naturally, a magnificent lush tropical island. Anthropologically, it was deeply troubling. I didn't take a single photo while I was on Palm because it felt like it would have been disrespectful to do so.

I went there for work. We're setting up a centre for families with young children and I was grateful for the opportunity to talk to mothers, teachers and some very passionate and committed community and government workers. The issues on Palm Island are complex, layer upon layer upon layer.

This photo is from abc.net.au It shows the airstrip which runs across the full length of the island. On the day I was there, once I arrived I was told all flights off the island were cancelled (no reason was given) and there's not really any accommodation available. The small motel, in a compound surrounded by a high wire fence, was booked out. I was able to get a seat on a small chartered flight - a 4 seater - back to Townsville.

I was only there for a day but I know that what I learned, felt and saw while I was there will stay with me for a lifetime.












For more about Palm Island, visit here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palm_Island,_Queensland

peace and love xxxx