Already this year has been off to a cracking start, with the consumption of more live music and festive revelry than perhaps was necessary (judging by the time it took me to recover). I camped at a festival near Perth during the first weekend of 2013, and danced my little heart out to the likes of Beach House, Flume, Flaming Lips, Hot Chip and SBTRKT. All were revelatory. Over there, I stayed with one of my oldest friends (she and I were tiny room mates in our first term at boarding school) and felt so lucky to catch up with her for almost a week in her new home. Upon returning my family’s farm in Northern NSW, it took a few days to get over all the merriment and fun. But more fun came quickly, with a visit from some lovely friends who drove up from Sydney.
We had the most beautiful weekend roaming around the property, cooking up big breakfasts, and seeing the sights in my local home town. I will save the details for another post – for now I just want to share some photos that I took yesterday with my friend Kelly amongst some of the giant granite boulders we have in the paddocks here. We fashioned little floral crowns a few days earlier using wildflowers collected near the property, and wore them all weekend. They added just the right amount of whimsy to an already delightful time shared. Kell is a wonderful photographer by trade, and these aren’t a patch on hers, but I thought they evoked the mood of this lovely little afternoon quite nicely. Already, I’m very fond of this memory.
Taking these jump shots were a hoot and a thrill! Not so easily orchestrated when said jumping is off a rock, but the cows seemed amused by our attempts.