Down 'the pier'

The other night I went in search of the moon. How hard could that be, I hear you utter. Well, as it turns out - tricky. Someone must have knicked it (scroll to Shoot the Moon post).


I left my house around almost dusk, the sky was turning into that turquoise blue with orange-tinged edges and some stars were starting to wink at me. "Go to the beach, find the moon" they taunted. So I went. Only 15 minutes away I found myself down at the wayters edge, and the sky had turned inky black. Clouds.


So, I made the best of a bad situation and took some photos of our Pier. I didn't know that at night it is lit up, and that the lights change colours.

I was almost the only person around (there was a guy who darted into the public loos), the sound of the waves was the oinly sound to be heard. Magical.

In the second photo you can see how the lights changed, I prefer the first one myself. The Scowly Teen wants to come with me on another night and see what she can capture (altho' I suspect a trip to KFC or Burger King might also be demanded).

Anyone else want to come with me on a night shoot?

Tuesday Tipple

Peach Myrrh


30ml peach liqueur
5 ml vodka
40ml ruby red grapefruit juice
sparkling wine


Pour peach liqueur, vodka, and juice into a champagne flute and top with sparkling wine.
There, wasn't that as easy as falling out of a hammock!

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Paragliding

Yesterday, I was FORCED to take an afternoon off to take some visitors from Norway arounf our city. What to do!

I decided to take them for a trip through the city and around the 'burbs, culminating in a trip to the beach. On the way, went left whe I would normally have gone right. And we found these paraglisers! What a treat! Hinestly, as admirable as this was I kept wondering how come these guys weren't at work! Maybe this is their job, Mr Handsome Norwegian suggested. "Or they are very rich" chimed Mr Swede, who works in Norway.

So, I have given you two photos to choose from. I like them both really, can't decide if one is better than t'other. Either way, I'd like Glen. Very close.

Tuesday Tipple

I can't believe my luck, it's a sunny winters day here so far. However, all that can change in the clink of a glass so here's todays Tipple...


DUNK COCKTAIL


60ml gin
30ml dry vermouth
22ml Galliano
10ml Blue Curacao
ice


Pour all ingredients into mixing glass filled with ice, stir, then strain into serving glass. I'd use a champagne saucer for this but then I'm a champagne kinda gal! Garnish with a red cherry if you're hungry, and then come on LET'S BOOGEY!

Discovering the past

The kids are back to school today, although as a working mother this really isn't a big deal for me. However, it is fun to get them outta bed earlier than they have been used to!

This morning I also decided to gather up a few videos to take in to the photo shop and have them put onto DVD. The trouble is I have a video marked (Scowly Teen) 1 , with no sign of 2. I can't recall if I even HAD a second video for her...I found our wedding video too, plus a video made up of old Super 8 film shot by my father of our adventures on the Chatham Islands when we lived there in the mid 60s/early 70s, plus footage of Mum and Dad's wedding in the early 50s - all of which I am keen to see again, and to make the kids watch again as well.

I think it is really important to try and preserve family history, I admire those families who have clear records going back centuries! The Stud has a family tree going back to Italy in 1700s - great reading.

Aren't these old tiles lovely? They are surrounding an old shop near my work, the Council did a good job of preserving them and others around the city, one of the few things this council is any good at (altho' having said that, the same council tore down an old building from 1880s - selective historic salvation.)

While I'm down memory lane, does anyone else recall when the TV used to finish transmitting at mid-night? Here in NZ they used to play the clip below, and then you knew it was time to turn off the TV for the night. Very cute. Sigh,. when did life get so complicated??

Silent Sunday