21 April 2005
Hampstead Heath 3
The entrance to Hamsptead Heath in London, taken in August 2004. Most days after school we would come and play here. It was magic. Some of my very best childhood memories are from here. Revisiting 36 years later, little had changed. It was like the Heath had been in a time warp, the only difference was that it appeared much smaller than what I remembered. But all the familiar sights, smells and landmarks weere still there, just as I remembered and enkoyed them.
Lyndale Ave House
52 Lyndale Avenue, Hampstead, London. This is where I lived in 1968 as a 9 year old child. A wonderful time was had and I have many fond memories. A beautiful big garden at the back. My room was upstairs at the back of the house. This photo was taken in August 2004, my first visit back in 36 years! The house has not changed at all yet looks much smaller than I remembered it, and not nearly as "grand." Such is life.
18 April 2005
Chained to the mill
19 April already. I finish up in my current job on Friday and start in another section of the department on Tuesday. Can't wait. I am bored, bored, bored. Hard to get motivated by work anymore. All my hobbies and interests lie outside of work and I just don't share my colleagues' passion for bureaucratic minutiae. But is does pay the bills!
17 April 2005
Why I live where I live!
This has to be one of the most beautiful places on earth. The light is so fresh, the air so clear, and the colours are magnificent. I never tire of them. To see this view is a five minute walk from my house. Climbing the hill, which is called Mount Aarawang in Canberra (765 metres above sea level) is not too strenous either.
Cairns house
This was my house when I lived in Cairns, with my car which my daughter now drives. If it looks like paradise, that is because it is. The palm in the centre is a foxtail palm and the hill at the back is called Earl Hill. I have a tropical garden out the back as well and a stunning swimming pool. I still own the place and rent it out. And I miss it. Canberra is stunningly beautiful as well in its own way but it is not tropical like this.
Good man doing it tough, Lombok
This man is the father of the girls carrying the bananas. He is sitting outside his shack. They had a small cow covered in flies and 2 young children. He and his wife were very hospitable and welcolming even though they didn't have much. They live about 100 metres above the road, right next to a huge telecommunications tower. We only stumbled across them because we climbed the very steep path to the tower to get a better view of the coastline. Sengiggi, Lombok