Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Dr Purton


After seeing Rob McHaffie's lovely pictures of his grandpa, it reminded me of some pictures i had taken of my grandpa (Joan's husband) in 2007 when i was staying with them. I was on a school placement in Bendigo.  He was outside in his shed working on a glider wing.  He was 91 when the photo's were taken. 





This plane crashed but will be built again.



Grandpa's shed was dark and always smelt of linseed oil and wood.  It was the best hiding place when we would play hide n seek with our cousins.  When they moved to a smaller house, years ago, the shed also decreased in size but it still has that same smell and is just as ordered and well stocked with tools.


Thursday, June 10, 2010

Joan

 
Joan and her brother Westie


On the beach

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Mmmmmm for Michael Caine



I can't get enough early Michael Caine.  Tough, tall, bespectacled, womaniser.  What's not to love.

Now i know where Jarvis got his style.


oh yeah

sigh

Thursday, March 25, 2010

"Pft"

Tonight when i got on the tram a man went "pft" (or "pfft") in my hair.  It was such a forceful "pft' that my hair actually fluffed and moved as if a fan had been placed right behind my head.  The next time someone aggressively "pfts" in my hair I'm going to turn around, stand on a chair and "pft" right back onto his mean balding head (as it was in this case).  The tram was late, packed, the middle doors wouldn't open, and if that isn't bad enough you had to go "pft" on me.  Jerk.  Thank god for bikes.