Photographer in the making (maybe)

I saw the add in the paper, Cranbourne is turning 150Yrs and the Bulla Bulla Community Centre was celebating by hosting a photgraphic competition.

I have always enjoyed photography and my daughter and son have both shown an interest,

so I thought it would be nice to enter.

The theme for the competition was to take a photo in the Cranbourne area and to use your imagination.

So one sunny Saturday afternoon we went to Cranbourne to take our photos, we only went to three locations within the main area of Cranbourne, one being a local Presbytarian Church, two was the Old Shire Offices and thirdly was a park.

Click click went the camera the three of us taking in turn to take our shots.

Once we had exhausted all of our prospective phot options, we headed home to sort through which ones we would print and enter into the competition.

Once all set with our photos, I headed down to the community Centre to drop off our entries, mind you on the last possible day and quite late in the day and with the week I was having it was lucky I managed to get them in at all.

The weeks went by and we planed to attend the display night where the winners were to be announced.

The week of the function arrived and I received a phone call from one of the organisers to see if we were definitely coming, as one of our family members had been short listed, Well wasn't this a surprise, we had been excited just to be involved in the competition, let alone be in the running for a prize.

The Friday night of the function finally arrived and the three of us went to see the display, We managed to get a quick look at some of the photos before we were all called in for the formal part of the evening.

The first winner to be announced was the winner of the junior section which was up to 12 years, so both my daughter and son were eligible to win and at this stage we did not know who was short listed.

Then it came, my son was announced the winner of the junior section, well you could imagine my joy and his on receiving his certificate and an envelope holding a $100 note, You could not hide the excitement from his face, as he had never seen an $100 note let alone have one.

The announcements kept on flowing and it was time to announce the photo that was awarded best in show and to my utter amazement my sons photo was announced as the winner.

Up he went with a look of complete surprise and was given an envelope with $200 in it. my goodness me you could not wipe the grin of his face.

What a fantastic night we had, I am still in absolute awe of my little man and how he conducted himself and how he interacted with all the people who came and spoke to him about his photo and the pride I have in the fact that my kids are willing to put themselves out there and give things an red hot go.

My daughter was very gracious over her brother winning and that in itself makes me proud to call our kids ours.

Tan

One Liner

This is my one liner for the challenge over at inkpaperpen where you had to create a sentence about your day. It certainly does not have any creative flair,but it certainly states how I felt about my day.

Home is where my heart is and where I find comfort in my own space,work is where my mind and body has to be, too find an even balance of both, seems like an unattainable miracle.

thanks
Tania

The Plane Battle

I cannot express how excited I am to be posting this new story.
My little man B has done it again and with lots of enthusiasm.
I never thought I would be saying that for a long while to come.
But here it is, B's latest story, I suggest you hold on.


It all started at the sea. There were good planes and bad planes that were fighting.
Then a good plane saw a bad ship. the good planes were getting taken down. The good planes retreated and reported back to the Captain. the Captain said we will do a surprise attack tomorrow morning.
The next day they started a attack. The attack worked but the bad guys still lived.
The good guys started to make an atom bomb with lots and lots and lots and lots of gun powder. They loaded the plane with the atom bomb.
They started their attack, the enemy did not know they had the atomic bomb but the enemy started to fire anyway.
Then the good plane dropped the atomic bomb on the bad base. The bomb, it made a huge explosion, the good guys won the battle. the good guys celebrated.
The End.
Thankyou for reading

( Note this is exactly how it was written but spelling was corrected)

Feels like going on a winery tour

This is my third entry for Write on Wednesday, and the theme was to go to your Facebook page or twitter and take inspiration form the first entry you come across. Here is what I came up with.

If you want to see other entries head over too http://inkpaperpen.blogspot.com/

Enjoy.

I headed down the winding road taking in the view of the rolling hills all green from the latest rain and looking fresh and smooth, the view reminds me of times gone by when I would roll down hills, just like it when I was little.

In the distance, little dapples of brown are scattered over the hills, where the trees have made there homes along the ridges of the smooth rolling hills, the sun filtered its rays through the glass in the windscreen and is warm on my face.

I can see the vines in the distance, all in formation making there way along the the side of the hill, they soak in the sunshine to help produce the little buds of juice, which I'm looking forward to sampling once they have completed their long fermenting process, where they give all they have to give.

The liquid contained in a squeaky clean glass leaves residue as you swirl it around and around, taking a sip of the lovely fragranced syrup, my taste buds start tingling with pleasure, the fluid covers the inside of my mouth and the sweet aroma fills my nostrils with the sweet fruity scent.

As I sit and enjoy this moment, I realise this is why I felt like going on a winery tour.

I Remember

This is my second attempt at a writing exercise for Ink paper pen. I am not sure how well I write but so far I have enjoyed the thoughts these exercises are provoking.


Write On Wednesdays Exercise 3 - I remember: Write "I remember" a the top of your page. Set a timer for 5 minutes. Use "I remember" as your prompt and write down the first words that come into your head for 5 minutes. Stop when the buzzer rings! Do this exercise over and over if you wish. I will try to do it every morning this week. I'll let you know how I go...I am hoping that the thought of having to tell you all about my progress will be the motivation I need to keep at it!


I remember the fun we used to have the support you gave and the unconditional love
I remember the day you said its time to lead your own life.
I remember the wrestles we had on the couch that made my sister and I scream until it seemed we had no breath left to breath.
I remember you coaching us from the side lines at our netball games, encouraging us to be the best we could be.
I remember your quiet times when you would sit and listen, absorbing all that was around you and contribute only when you felt it was necessary.
I remember your laugh and how animated you were when you were telling stories of times gone by.
I remember your smile and the twinkle in your eyes.
I remember the frail man you have become and realising you are not the man you used to be,your body has changed but deep down I am sure your spirit has not altered.
I remember saying goodbye.


If you want to other great examples head over to http://inkpaperpen.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-rememberits-write-on-wednesday.html

To watch and listen

The scene is set in my kitchen with my two children making something for tea.It is one of those nights when I can't be bothered cooking, so anything goes. I sit quietly in the corner watching and listening to them both, it all makes sense when you are viewing the activity set out before you but to now to have only the dialog has really made me realise how to view life in its entirety and not in parts gives you a clearer view.
Enjoy.

Um! Shea, you are allowed your purple one.
I am saving mine for desert.
Feel hungry.
Mum can I have jelly now
What?
Can I have my jelly now?
Yep!
Is that what your actually meant to do?
Looks like didn't actually do it
Actually you know, pause
It's hard
Sucking noises emanate resulting from sucking jelly from plastic fruit shaped containers.
Oh! it's so hard, that my head nearly came off.
Mum can I have some lemonade?
There you go.
Hey!Brock I am not going to give you as much because yours is wider
Arh! huh!
There you go Brock.
Oh! excuse me, cuse me (giggle)
You OK mum?
She is tired, aren't you Mummy?
Not hungry.
Have something to eat then.
I said I wasn't hungry
Yes basically
Do want to come and watch telly with me?
Will you be OK up here mum?
Yes.




This post is part of an online writing group over at Ink Paper Pen, go over and check out some of the wonderful posts involved in the challenges for Writing on Wednesday's


Tan

Master B's latest accomplishment

This is the latest efforts from my little man, He finds writing very difficult due to having dyslexia so as I have mentioned before we celebrate anything that he is willing to write and this is no exception.
So proud of his efforts.
Enjoy.
Tan


I go to bed then I go to sleep.
In my sleep I have an awsome dream which was a war dream.
Then I saw a tank firing at me but then my tank shot the other tank,then I saw a jet pack, I put the jet pack on my back, then flew off to the top of the hill, then my tank followed me up the hill.
I flew down and took of my jet pack and started to make a bunker with rocks. Then I saw some more tanks then I noticed they were bad tanks.
One tank got upgraded with two cannons. The bad tank shot me but lucky I had my helmet on.
The helmet broke and I died in my dream, I woke up very distresssed, heavy breathing but I realised it was just a dream.
Then end
B