Something terrible has happened. My camera is officially ready for the grave. I really can't complain as we bought it secondhand for twenty bucks. An avid photographer was upgrading and wanting to offload his old one.
I have a suspicion that it may have met it's end due to allowing Felix to hold it at cross country as a distraction while I cheered Lachlan past the finish line.
It was the bargain of the decade as it took brilliant shots outdoors and passable ones inside.
This is taken on my laptop and will be one of the last pictures posted until I reach Mum's place and lend hers for our month long visit in Queensland.
I giggle to myself when I hear another native Tasmanian rave about how much they love Queensland. They really give me a strange look and wonder if I need my head examined for leaving such a coveted destination.
Going to the theme parks and holidaying here is almost an assumed mandatory family way to holiday. So many talk about moving there which seems ridiculous to me. They hate the cold which I find so very refreshing after a lifetime of melted make-up and clothing peeled off after being attached by sweat. I never was a real beach girl and would prefer to look at the ocean on a chilly day from a hillside wood heated outlook.
It is all relative to your life experiences thus far. For me the thought of escaping the endless, sticky, oppressive and ghastly hot summers was pure Joy. That's how the islanders feel about their winter and are convinced that the mainland holds magical opportunities and adventures.
I know the truth though, this is the promised land. The four seasons are delightful, the cold passes and while here provides an opportunity for hot soup, chocolate, curries and puddings. For a lady who likes to bake, this is pure bliss. The autumn leaves are magnificent. The chilly winter air mixed with bright warm sun and glorious mountain snow in the distance is just perfect for me.
I will enjoy my time away but home is in this beautiful waterside city.
