Let the photos speak for themselves

Ok, after several posts about fashion which included several shots of me I can imagine my brother grimacing. Or he would grimace if he actually read my blog – which he wont because “I dont want to read your artsy fashion stuff and see 100 photos of you.” Hehehe. As far as I can tell his lovely new wife reads the blog and just passes on any interesting information. Dont worry, these are no photos of me in this post! Haha.

Anyway, my point was to clarify that I by no means regard myself as a model or a professional camera(wo)man. I love fashion – and art and I like finding ways of combining the two. I have a unique style and if that means people call me weird then I can deal with that. I dont dress the way I dress to get attention, infact if you get to know me you’ll find that in many ways I do as much as I can to avoid attention. There’s nothing wrong with being an individual. I was just brought up to believe that I am unique and worthy and that I should follow my own path in life. My mother is an incredible woman.

The reason that I started this blog (and continue to write in it) was to share my adventures with my friends (new and old) and family. It is my way of debriefing on what has been happening, and I imagine it’ll give me happy memories when the only travelling I’m doing is through these pages. It made me feel like you were all a part of this journey, and it helped to make me feel less alone. It still does!! I love the connections this blog has helped me make, and the inspiration I get from it. When you have a camera in your hand you tend to notice the way the light hits a tree and makes the colors blend, or how the grey sky reflects perfectly with the grey water. You open yourself up to a creative spark and if you’re lucky you can capture life’s wonderful moments.

We all come in different shapes and sizes, in different colors and with different hopes and dreams but we each have something special to give. We could learn a lot from each other!! I have noticed that recently there is a real lack of respect not only for our elders, but also for ourselves. It’s too early to tell if this is true in Canada too (or even worldwide) or if it’s just an Australian thing. I was taught manners, and I was raised with morals. I believe these two things are the cornerstones of respect. When I walk past people on the street I try to think of their stories, the places they have been and the people they have helped. Everyone has a story and everyone deserves to have their story heard. So when you’re outside try to smile at someone you dont know, give a little bit extra when you tip or just make sure to say thankyou to someone who helped you. Little acts of kindness are easy to do, but their ripples can be felt across the whole world. You never know when you can change someones life for the better.

Anyway, this post has gotten way longer than intended! haha. I was planning on just saying a sentence about my brother and then posting some photos without words. I guess that didnt happen. Here are some photos from the last few days (north van, van city and chinatown/gardens).

More on my flickr!

I checked out the Van Art Gallery – Leonardo Da Vinci ‘mechanics of man’ exhibition, which was incredible. Can you believe that 500 years after they were drawn no-one has been able to make a more detailed and correct sketch of the intricate workings of the muscles, tendons and bones. Incredible! The man was a genius.


Hey lady, I like your dress!

Yesterday was magical! I got to spend the day with my numero uno bestest buddy Kristy – she took the train an hour and a half from the city to meet me at the nearest station and then I drove us around. The weather man said it would be 29 degrees celcius, but the morning was so cold I didnt agree. I was wrong! haha. I ended up having to strip off my jeans and long sleeve top – which left me in my dress. And guess who was wearing the same dress, but in another color? Yep, Kristy. Great minds eh? Hehehe.

After a lovely lunch I took Kristy down to my local beach in Dromana.

Boy that sun was warm! If the water wasnt so cold we may have even jumped in!

Hey Kristy, nice dress! Hehehe. So we went for a little frolicking in the water and walked along to the pier.

The pier is really special for me for several reasons – the biggest one being that when my beloved pop Clyde passed away 5 years ago we granted his wish and threw his ashes off the end and into the ocean. Every time I see the beach I’m reminded of him and what a great grandfather he was.
Next stop was Seawinds Park at Arthurs Seat. This is my fave place and where I like to go to contemplate the world.

I could stand there and watch the world all day! Luckily the gardens were so much cooler, so we chillaxed in the shade for a while.

Kristy said “ooh look, its all the types of trees you’ll see in canada!” I smiled.

I tried to soak up every moment that I could, knowing that this would be the last time I’d see Kris in quite a while. She is such a wonderful person and I have been blessed to have her in my life.

After much talking she mentioned she had always wanted to go to a maze and had never been! It was a dream of hers! Well I was here to make her wish come true! Lets go Kristy!!

Look how excited she is!!! Hahaha. Sooo cute! I’d been to this place several times before so it was nice to go again and pretend we were kids!

Kristy just gets me like no-one else can. We are both crazy fools! haha. I made her jump the barrier to get this shot – isnt it gold!!!

We had such a fun day (in our matching dresses) that I will always treasure! Kristy gave me such great advice about travelling overseas (she backpacked around europe a few years ago). I hope that I get some interesting stories like the ones she tells me all the time! She certainly has a way with words!

She left me with a beautiful card and quote that I might share later. Thanks Kristy, for everything!! xx