24 posts tagged “papas slidebox”
something like that anyway. Mind you not that I consider myself a dog, young or old. So I was trying out this idea of taking a photo out of bounds. Like this. (There are a stack of tutorials out there).
And it is kind of cool and I can see myself spending hours and hours going through my photos doing it to them all. Because thats what I do. I learn something new and then do it to death.
But I wanted a way to keep more of the actual photo involved in the whole idea. So I used one of papas slides and had another go. And I like this better I think. Even though it is old and grubby and blurry and damn it I stuffed up her foot somehow. Practice practice.
Show us summer.
Summer for me always means trips to the beach. Well it is Australia, we're surrounded by beaches.
When I was a kid our family would get in the car and drive for about seven hours to holiday at the beach just after christmas. Dad would pack the car the night before and we'd get up and leave while it was still dark. Four of us kids squashed along the back seat of the car and the dog in the back of the station wagon. Being the youngest of the four I don't think my back ever touched the back of the seat. I was always pushed forward while they sat back. And as for sitting near a window - forget about that.
But I remember the holidays as being a lot of fun. We seemed to spend all day at the beach. I still love the beach. Although of course now I have a fear of sun cancer so I creep around under umbrellas and hats and sunscreen. Oh for the good old days of smearing yourself with reef oil and baking in the sun all day.
Hey, I think I'm wearing the same swimmers here as I am in the top photo. I can't believe my mother made me wear them for two seasons.
I've been busy looking through the slides this week. This is not old though - not sure how it got in amongst them. This is my brothers back yard. My parents bought this place when I was 15 and I lived there until I was 18. The light is shining on Bald Hill, which is where I'd like my ashes scattered please. Of course it means everyone has to trudge up the hill for the event. But walking is good for you.
Lizzie tells me she'd like her ashes scattered there as well. I'd just like to let it be known that this is NOT TO HAPPPEN under any circumstances. The thing about my daughter is that she never shuts up. Please don't make me be trapped up there forever with her.
This is the Caxton Hotel apparently. I have no idea where it is but it looks a pretty bloody dismal place to stay. Don't get the pictures confused and throw my ashes there. Lizzie might like it though.
Heres another one of those grim looking buildings. It comes with matching buses.
And this is my Dads Nan. When I was young Dad used to tell me I looked like her which scared me. I thought I must have looked all old and wrinkly. Now I am getting old and starting to wrinkle I don't mind the idea at all. Even though she looks a bit weary, she looks a bit cheeky as well.
Show us something that's been on your mind a lot.
This photo has been on my mind for the last few days. It's one of Papas slides. Not sure what year this was taken but the lifesavers haven't worn those swimmers for a while. And I have to say, they look pretty damn sexy. Much better than those nasty speedos they wear now.
So I love this photo for some reason. It's one of my favourites. And I wanted to do something with it but I wasn't sure what, because it's narrow and crooked and I wanted to keep it simple. So I've had it on my mind for a few days (and nights) and I ended up with this. And I really like it.
And I'd really like to give a heads up to Obsidian Dawn for the brushes I used for the sun and the clouds. She has some really great brushes available.
Here we are with my father - I'm The Baby. I think this was after my grandparents came home from one of their trips by the look of those shirts. You wonder how my father bred all those blonde children being so dark. He was a bit exotic for our small country town. A foreigner. My sister - the very blonde one - had to write a story at school once about My Father. She wrote - my father has dark skin and black curly hair and comes from an island. He said the teacher would be expecting him to turn up at school with a spear.
Here is me - This would be my all time favourite outfit
This is my mother looking gorgeous. Love that skirt
And here I am with my sister - she's just about to drop me by the look of it. I don't look very old, parents get very reckless with the fourth child!
Show us a smile.
My sibs. Love it.
And my mother and brother. Love it as well.
This is one of my all time favourite pictures. My father, out getting some fresh air with my sister and I. Thats me with the red shirt looking worried. Probably wondering where the life jackets are. I'm not sure why we have those awful haircuts. When I was a kid I don't think I ever saw my father without a smoke. He smoked over 50 a day. I think it was 80 actually. Four packs a day.
And this goodyear building looks a cheery place to work. All that beige. But at least you could still open a window.
And this pale green building. With two green vehicles out front.
This is a bit later. My sister and I in either a wheat or sorghum crop. I'm the young one. We did this many times over the years. Papa was the photographer for the local paper and every year when the crops started to look good he'd come and get a couple of us and we'd have to go and stand in the crop to show how tall and healthy it was. And we always had to wear a red top. And those heads of the crop we had to touch and look interested in were very itchy. And those green leaves are sharp.
And here is my Dad with a couple of dogs. We always seemed to have plenty of dogs. Working dogs, because we had sheep. They were those farm dogs that live in logs. But they were well looked after and loved. These guys have lovely glossy coats.
I've given two of Papas slides a makeover. I'm doing that as I go along to the ones I fancy. And the ones that aren't too scratched up. That is why I've put a layer of scratchy over the boys - that slide was pretty grubby and no amount of the healing brush or the clone tool was going to help it. But the way I see it thats part of their appeal anyway. Don't forget they are over fifty years old and have spent their lives in a garage.
I'm doing about, hmmm, ten I'd say to hang on a strip of wall in the kitchen.
I love these little guys - the curls and those matching outfits. Footloose and fancy free.
And this guy here - captain calm I call him. Playing around with that snake and he hasn't even left himself room to take a step back. And his shoes are very cool.
I can safely say this is Fiji. I lot of white shirts there. Men weren't into colour back then.
I love this one. The old fishing boat and the jolly looking fisherman. looks like they were having a joke.
I'm presuming this was in the same harbour - busy place
And if anyone knows what this is about you can let me know
Cool cars
More cars - this looks like a club or motel car park. Well not much of a motel. No wait there's a petrol bowser out the front.
This is probably somewhere I should know. I would be cold in there.
Anyone know this place. It's probably been dwarfed by other buildings now. Like Australia Square. We were all pretty impressed with that when they first built it. Now you hardly notice it.
And lets say Russia.Mind you just because I say that doesn't mean it is. Could be in Asia somewhere for all I took notice in geography. I'd like a look in there. Bet he was pissed off at that woman who walked in front of him.
