"3 kids! When did we all grow old? Sounds like you were
expatriating at the same time as I was divorcing, so we've both had
big ole years. New News News, please?"
This email from a friend really hit home... When did we get so old? Recently in Dunedin I took some photos of my nephew. I really wasn't feeling inspired, I was OTT tired, yet despite me this seventeen year old was a natural bundle of charming good looks. I'll put a couple below. Now the question for those of you who routinely take senior photos: Acne/spots/pimples, they're just a part of the teen years, and my nephew looks damn handsome spots and all. However I did take out the most obvious ones as they were technically distracting in the composition. But I did try to leave his skin pretty much as is. What would you do? (not referring to the photo above of course, that's been really worked over, oops I mean played with). Actually what do you do? What do parents normally want? here they are (below). Handsome eh!
(nb Jane you can have all the versions! I'll catch Steph next time I'm in town. Cool door).
While we were in NZ Rhys did a great job of looking after the kids, then flew out in the massive storm in the wee hours of Sunday morning. Apparently his plane was struck by lightening! Several times! Yoicks.
When we got up we saw poor old Nadi. We nipped into town with the Jacobs family for a spot of brunch to find it flooded. Again. Not so badly this time though. Spare a thought for those who live in places that don't just get flooded every 20-50 years, but every year. We are very lucky to be high and dry in our little island paradise (where it doesn't rain much at all, in fact in summer we can stand on the end of the island in the sun and actually see it pouring down over on the mainland). But anyway we parked the cars back by South Seas Treasures, and waded on into town where it was business as usual (I kid you not. Not much stops trading in Nadi). Water was flowing right under the deck of Bulaccino which made it a real novelty, and from there we could watch the traffic getting stuck, the army coming into town to help; before wading back out to the cars again (rain pouring down by this time, and about a foot deeper than in these photos), and heading back to our room at the Nadi Bay Hotel, where we stayed another night in case the forecasted weather disrupted Monday morning's boats...
Finally I leave you with an image of the deck where we sat. A different treatment. And I'll admit originally accidental...(never boring old Fiji photography here!). Bye!