Hats

My three little men, in their Sunday Best.

Who could resist taking photos, when they look so handsome?

The Springing of Spring, and the Thinking of Thinks.

Spring appears to be Springing.

Beginning of the Bugs

I was home early today, and spotted a Lacewing Nymph on a tree in the back yard.

Child's Play

Too much work, my introversive tendencies, and general lethargy turn me into a cantankerous, crabby codger.

They grow!

God has blessed our marriage with three children. Three crazy, clever, cuddly children.

Biscuits!

A storyboard I put together for my sons. I don't think an explanation is necessary.

An Idea

I had an idea. An idea so crazy, it just might work. So, I grabbed my gear and head towards Perth.

An Eggselent Post

In the last two days, I've done a little bit of macro work. I'm surprised there are any bugs left in this part of the world - the rains have been around for a while now.

3:16

I shot this image for an online competition, with the theme of "Life". Then a friend suggested I turn it into a background for y'all. So, I made a couple of variations and here they are.

Toodyay, Bugs, and an Art Gallery

Over the Easter long weekend, I took Cheree and the tribe up to Toodyay, where we met up with some family and friends, camping alongside the Avon river (or, to be more precise, the dry groove in the soil where the Avon river should be).

Among other things, we took a leisurely stroll through the historic town, and a couple of us popped in at an art gallery. Now, I'm no artist, nor am I an art critic of any description, but I saw a lot of pieces which, if they are an expression of the artist's philosophical view, are saddening. Don't get me wrong here: I am in full agreement with Schaeffer when he says that a work of art need not be photographic, in the poor sense of the word. Alas, only a small handful of pieces stood apart from the rest as not having been composed by an existentialist, and the rest were varying degrees of abstract. Even a simple landscape was abstracted out to near nothingness, albeit an aesthetically pleasing nothingness. So, they can keep their overpriced artwork. I'll stick to the artworks God has placed all around me. Speaking of artwork, check out this FB page, and subscribe: Art or Accident?

As I mentioned above, the riverbed is dry, apart from the occasional puddle. So it was inevitable that my stroll along the riverside eventually turned into a stroll through the river. Not having much luck with the critters - the only ones I saw ran away from the Frankencamera (TM) - I directed my attention to the plants.

One of the few critters I did capture 'on film' is this little guy, attracted by our camp lighting (which may or may not have been so effective that it lit up the entire caravan park). No solid ID as yet.

35 Years.

As I posted on a social media website yesterday, we got to celebrate something extraordinary. While it might be commonplace for us, at least in our bond of Churches, it is not so common in the society that surrounds us. Out there, living apart from God, the average marriage (in Australia) lasts just 8.7 years from ceremony to separation.

So, at 35 years, my parents are well above average. And I thank God for that.

Light Painting, Take Two

Thought for the Day:

If afflictions drive us nearer to Christ, the Bible and prayer, they are positive blessings. We may not think so now. But we shall think so when we wake up in another world.

J. C. Ryle

Light Painting, Take One

I tried my hand at a little light painting this afternoon, and for a first attempt, I'm reasonably happy with the results. Red seems to be the common them in all of my test subjects.

Let me know what you think, in the comments down below.