December 31, 2014 … the first three years

It’s New Year’s Eve here, and this marks the end of the first three years.

Maggie May (aged 10) with her new haircut.

 

I have been committed to taking at least one photograph every day for four years now, and have been blogging along with it for three years. I like to think that, slowly, oh so slowly, the discipline is helping me to see more clearly, and to make better images of what I see. My first picture from yesterday was of my lovely granddaughter Maggie who had her tenth birthday a few days ago. She wanted a particular hairstyle for the new year, so her mother took her to get it done. Personally I have more conservative preferences, but the joy of having it her way just lights up her face.

Perfectly done barbecued lamb

 

My friend and fellow photographer Evan had a birthday yesterday and kindly invited me to join in the celebratory barbecue at his home in Eastbourne. Vegetarians avert your eyes, but the marinated barbecued lamb was amazing!

“Where’s mine?”

 

The family cat didn’t get any of the lamb and protested about it.

A magnificent pavlova made by Dawn.

 

The rest of us were enjoying everything on offer and making silent promises to our bathroom scales that we really will start the new regime on Friday. Evan’s wife Dawn produced a magnificent pavlova which ticked all the boxes in this nation of pavlova critics. Brilliant! And in case there is any lingering doubt about whose national dessert it is, here is the last word.

Airborne kite surfer

 

On the way home in the late afternoon, I saw this fellow kite-surfing off Eastbourne beach. The wind was quite strong so he was getting some serious air time with what seemed like ten or fifteen second flights.

That’s it, I refuse to write another word until next year. Have a good one.

 

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