Part of my 101 Things in 1001 Days project.
Item #83 on my list was to photograph a day in my life, from beginning to end. It was inspired by a livejournal community that I discovered a long time ago, and putting this together was pretty fun.
And you know what I learned? There is no “good angle” when it comes to that first early morning portrait.
I’m putting all my photos underneath a “more” tag, and I sincerely hope that it doesn’t mess up anyone’s RSS reader! Consider this a once-only, never to be repeated…
On with the show!
It’s morning and I’m the only one awake. Except for sock monkey, who stares at me in my sleep.
There is to be no smiling until I have had my shower and coffee. Otherwise, stabbings.
If it wasn’t for our terrible hot water system I would cause another drought. Showers last no more than 5 minutes in my house.
The view from the shower.
Quick weather check: cold and overcast. I kinda love that.
A coffee to wake up my boy…
… and one for me.
I read the news while I caffeinate myself. The election was more than a week ago, but still no Prime Minister.
I suddenly realise that we’ve overslept, and quickly do my hair and brush my teeth.
The car is loaded, the GPS is set, and we’re off to find some snow!
Our fuzzy furchild decides to join us.
And we’re off! This is the on-ramp to the Eastlink, which will take us out of Melbourne.
We pass a beautiful, shiny Chevy…
We pull into a little town called Healesville, which has a great zoo and a winery that sells my favourite pink muscato.
But we’re not leaving until we’ve picked up lunch from the Beechworth Bakery. Their packaging claims that they are Australia’s Best Bakery and I, for one, believe them.
No! None for you. Bad dog.
Look at me navigating! Lucky Tim brought the GPS.
The Maroondah Reservoir is full of water, which is a pretty amazing sight after such a long drought.
Driving through “Black Spur”, which is full of magical mountain ash and tree ferns. This entire area was wiped out in the bushfires of 1939 and was completely replanted. It’s spectacular to drive through.
I decide to stop taking so many photos from the passenger seat and just enjoy the drive. We head to Marysville, up to Buxton and Rubicon, before heading back to Marysville towards Lake Mountain. We can see snow at the peak, and after some windy uphill roads…
SNOW! You guys, it’s been almost 4 years since I’ve seen snow. This calls for a snowman.
We’re in a National Park so can’t let Harry run around, but this is the first time he’s seen snow so we need a picture.
“My butt is cold.”
“Excuse me? Miss? My butt is cold.”
“This is why you brought me? To make my butt cold?”
“Can I get back in the car please?”
Harry took himself back to the warm car, but not before making his very first yellow snow. AWW!
Meanwhile, the wardrobe department transformed our ice queen into weekend wear.
Very Fred Astaire.
Camera loves ya, baby.
And a topless waitress serves Tim’s drink, on ice.
Time to say goodbye to our cool little pal. As we head back down the mountain we find a lookout, with these incredible views.
These two photographs are a little spooky. 18 months ago this part of the state was ravaged by bushfires, and the ensuing devastation became known as “Black Saturday“. It remains Australia’s worst natural disaster and 173 people died trying to escape the flames.
There’s snow on the ground in these photos, but it looks an awful lot like the ash that settled in January 2009.
There are reminders of Black Saturday everywhere you look…
… but it’s amazing to see how much green growth has returned to the area in that short amount of time.
Still heading down Lake Mountain our little car hits a milestone
… and the sun begins to set.
I spend some of the drive looking through my photos of my little snowman.
I’m not proud of this, you guys. We were cold and wet and had almost an hour’s drive ahead of us, so actually this was pretty perfect!
Are we there yet?
When I get home I immediately pull all my photos off my camera and start looking through them.
A quick browse of Twitter to see what I missed today…
… and a cup of tea for the boy who still feels cold!
The boys hang out together in the living room
One boy in particular is starting to get a bit sick of the photographer.
I finish my chai tea, and it’s time to wash my face and brush my teeth. I consider giving myself 30% extra visibility by booking myself in for a haircut.
Hey! When did that happen? I climb into bed and annoy Tim until he wakes up enough for a cuddle.
Actually, he might be onto something. It’s a school night.