Sunday, September 5, 2010

Fathers Day

Yesterday was father's day in Australia, so my brother and I drove down to have lunch with our male parental unit.


On the way back there was a pocket storm- just in one big fat cloud over our car.



Sudden and intense, the storm lasted only a few minutes. I like storms, and I love being in the car when it's raining.



Dad's house is filled with amazing things- some of you have seen his shed, but his house is where all the stuff that's too good to keep in the shed is kept. Antique books, furniture, games, toys...



If you ever wonder 'where I got it from'...this is the place.
And I think that blue and gold book up there gives a mantra for us all! It's certainly my theme this week.

6 comments:

Gypsea Tree said...

Wonderful photos! The trees in the storm behind rainy windows have such a delightfully Gothic look.
Your father's house looks amazing as well. I love when you post photos of his treasures. You both have excellent taste in collecting!

Jackie said...

I'm always thinking we should clear out some of our clutter, and then I read a lovely post like this and it makes me realise how good it is to have 'stuff'!

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fanciful devices said...

breathtaking as always. why is it every time i try to take a picture w/o having somewhere to rest my hand, it comes out all blurry? im so jealous it hurts!

Seth said...

Both sets of photos look great. Those storm shots are so ominous and mysterious. And I would love to have a walk through your dad's place.

Little Brown Sparrow said...

Gipsea- I certainly inherited my Dad's passion for victorian rubbish!

jackie- I know, it makes hoarding look like the best thing ever when everything hoarded is beautiful.

Anon- it's hard to make out what you mean as the translation is a little wonky, but I haven't forgotten the theme of time passing. In fact you reminded me of something I've been meaning to talk about for a while, thank you!

fanci- I usually either brace myself with the camera strap, rest my arm somewhere or otherwise pin myself into a solid position- I am a human tripod!

Seth- Dad's house is great to wander through. I'm a polite child who doesn't open drawers but I know they hide the tiniest and most awesome things! Next time I go I hope to shoot his collection of wunderkrammer boxes...