Fringe festival

Ella has wanted to have a proper haircut (i.e. done by a qualified hairdresser, at a salon) for quite some time.

She finally got her wish a week or so ago. She has been determined to get a fringe (despite her parents' protests), so here's the result:



I'm not sure if the teenager-style surly pout and exasperated hand-on-hip pose came free with the haircut or cost extra.

Wreck chord l'eau

I don't know about you, but I love the cold. This time of year is one of my favourites, and not just because of skiing. I love frost almost as much as I love fog, and I love walking to work in the cold, with me gloves, hat and walkman on.

I took the camera with me this morning and took some pictures. Please remember that this is the camera which now has neither an optical viewfinder nor a visible LCD screen. If the framing is a bit off in some of the pictures, well, I was just lucky to even be facing the right way.

This is some spiky frost on the top of the Volvo:


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Close-up:



If you don't find those little crystals incredible, well . . . you bloody should!

This is the top of our letterbox, which is normally a flat, smooth metal sheet. It is not hairy, as it appears here:


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This is the empty section at the end of the street. Nothing like a frosty sunrise to make even the normally dull look cool:


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Looking through the Claudelands fence towards the city, the sun reflecting off some building or other:


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More Claudelands:


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I'm pretty happy with this one (O'Neill Street), wish I'd managed to get the tree at the right completely in frame though:


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How's this for a (blind) macro shot?


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. . . . aaaaand a close-up:



Last one (honest) - here's the Waikato, steaming away:


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Basket case

Four mornings a week I drop the kids at school, while Rach walks/buses to work. Being lazy, I am almost always rushing about, doing stuff I should've probably done the night before or something.

One day last week I had to chip some of the concrete-hard mud off my bike (I should've cleaned it the minute I got home from my ride, of course), so I left the kids to their own devices inside while I got to work with the jackhammer in the garage (I don't really have a jackhammer).

The eerie quiet that greeted me as I went back inside is normally the precursor of something stereotypically bad, e.g. indelible drawings on the walls, the entire contents of the knife drawer all over the kitchen floor.

Instead, I find the stereotypically cute:


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Ella looks slightly guilty here, but once I persuaded her that putting Betty inside the laundry basket (where she was completely happy, as well as being unable to interfere with Ella's dollhouse) was one of her better ideas, she posed with more of a smile:


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Kids darn the sayest things.

More like Awesome Hutt am i rite?

Thanks to Eion for sending me a photo of a smashing stencil, somewhere near where he lives:



What more can be said really, apart from here's where it is:


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