They’ll never tell what they were planning.
Megaspunk.
Walking amongst us
As we blunder around this wobbly planet, there are wiser ones walking amongst us, who seem to actually know what’s going on.
One of them is Dave Hodges.
He stayed with us this weekend to celebrate my birthday.
Lawd Luv Ya Dave!
On the edge of Paradise
We had so much fun on the edge of the Tarra Bulga National Park on Australia Day weekend, with the Bodins, and the Leahy-Dalbys. I have feeling this is going to become an annual ritual. Pete took some of the best photos I have ever seen of my children. I’m going to post a few tonight to make sure I get them up for everyone to see, but I expect to post many more from this charmed few days as I have only been able to absorb a small fraction of the wonderful pictures he took … expect more to come …
Somehow tentative, and confident at the same time.
Ethan has grown up with the camera, and he is very conscious of it now.
He’s manipulating his image, working the camera. He knows the picture
will say something about him, and he wants to play with that.
Ethan made these images; I just pulled the trigger now and again. He was
quite clear about what he wanted.
Acting out falling into the river in this shot.
Tasma Glossary (courtesy of Lucinda)
Ethan gave us such gems as “its a wobbly planet”, an aphorism which has almost hourly application for me. Lucinda has been adding her own terms to the Tasma Lexicon …
Misapppeared: An item which has gone, and you miss it.
Appley-pus: Platypus
KangaBoo: a Kangaroo that surprises you.
Noodle – Man: Jesus*. See also, Noodle man house.
* Upon the death of her great grandmother, Helen Laura McClelland, Lucinda made her first visit to a church, where she saw stained glass, her first image of Jesus, with his air rendered as if a bowl of 2 minute noodles had been dumped on his head (something like the image below).
” I like that noodle man”, she said.
New Years Eve Gig in Broome
Our Joy
audrey!
Heroes and Villains
Yes, 6 year old boys are cute. But the age of puppy’s dogs tails is well over.
Their imaginations are the fields in which great and brutal battles are fought, and Ethans drawings now are full of the maimed and the dying. Each toy picked up is engaged in afight to the death, with sound effects, within seconds. The pictures below are all from a single very large image which I can only describe as a cross between the Bayeaux tapestry and the middle pages of “Where the Wild Things Are”. Like the Bayeaux Tapestry is it actually a narrative of a battle.
There are no shades of grey: just evil do-ers and good guys.
Have a look at the rogues gallery below. The last monster, is Ethan’s Friend Reed!
I just dont know myself
Lucinda: these butterfly clips hurt my hair
Dad: here, let me take them out. Ethan just put them in to make you more beautiful than you already are. Isn’t she beautiful, Ethan?
Ethan: Yes.
Lucinda: But I just don’t know myself like that, when I am Lucinda Rose.
Dad: But you are beautiful
Lucinda: but I dont know that.
She is 3 years old.
