MONA and The Mill

Friday before last Steve and I rendezvoused at MONA.  Steve drove from Tribes and I caught the MONA Roma from Hobart.  My photos are hopeless but here's a couple to catch the spirit of the day.

Continuing the food theme, here's a close-up of my birthday cake and a few of my favourite things.

This Saturday Sandra and I dropped in to invite Liz to Milton's Vineyard for wine and tapas.  Liz was delighted, particularly so because Sandra could set up her Bernina sewing machine for her.

Today Steve and I went to the Reorder exhibition at Spring Bay Mill.  For me it was lovely to see it in rather different weather from Saturday.

This is the performance space where we go to concerts.  It is open to the elements on the other side.  If all goes well, one day it will be as smooth and slick as MONA.

That's what it used to be all about - loading woodchips on boats for processing in Japan.
On the way home we dropped into the Door Sales of the Spring Bay Mussel Company.  I am very keen on their products.  Here is a curious sculpture on the wall of their building.

Possibly indicating a pilgrimage for me.

Birthday shots, not including vodka and oyster

I finally have a chance to blog and my photos won't download...  so here's some birthday themed photos emailed from others.

My birthday cake at work.



Amongst my many lovely presents was Sandra's visit.  She arrived on my birthday, spent Thursday at MONA and Thursday night at Tribes.  Friday we explored Triabunna and Orford.

Photos not for the faint hearted...  Sometimes I understand why Corinne claimed I had a nose like a ski jump.

Much happier as the Little Mermaid.

Saturday we went to The Spring Bay Mill, the old woodchip mill being transformed into an art space.  6 artists were invited to spend time there and produce a work.

This is not one of the works but an image that captivated Sandra and me.

Like me, Sandra has a fascination with shadows.  We had a lovely cuppla days together.  Today she is back at work in Warracknabeal.  Steve and I are hoping to go to the exhibition when the rain stops.  Lovely, gentle, nurturing rain it is.  Perfect for the garden.  Hopefully I'll get some broad beans in too.

 

Yesterday

After a latish start, I strolled the garden and finally remembered to take a photo of my sea holly

of which I am inordinately proud.  Here you can see it virtually covering the new bit at the Louvre...
Steve suggested we install our new light fittings and we did.  It was a much easier job than we thought but took about 3 times longer that we realised - we're not quite as spry leaping up and down ladders and things.  For new evening eating experiences we had the choice of the Golf Club or the East Coaster under new management.  Had we tried the Golf Club we could have strolled the beachfront and gazed at Maria Island.  Choosing the East Coaster, we continued our previous 'pilgrimage' walk.

Glimpsing our destination.

I think this may be a Bunyah Pine.

From the resort you can see the wood chip mill clearly.  Not so clear in this photo, admittedly.  The green sheddy building has been the venue for some fabulous concerts and we are so hoping that Graham Walsh's arts precinct concept is developed.  Maria Island is visible behind.

After an average meal we drove back to our beautiful waterfront at Tribes.

Steve called me in excitedly to see 'our four new lights' in the living room.

The fourth was the full moon.

(Sadly I didn't prepare the room for a photo shoot).

Of course, I was lured outside.

I thought I'd be clever and juxtapose the moon and the overhanging quince I just happened to have had my eye on for a while.

It didn't really work.

But I think they look like little moon lanterns in their own right.

Coming home, I thought the house looked rather festive.  And then noticed that the moon's reflection was in the house...

Well, I can see it anyway!!

Easterly

Nearly that time again.  This time last year I was driving to Southern Belle's place in Portland.  It was  8 March, significant for many reasons but it was also the day River Bank was being auctioned.  Back in those days, the first Easter Lilies I would see would be in and around Portland.  Now I see them all over the place, including from my Bellerive unit.  I'm hoping to have more blogging time this weekend...

62 point turn

The Gang of Four has started to turn 62.  Corinne passed away last September but she passes back frequently in our thoughts and memories. Her birthday is 15 February and her daughters threw a party for her in Adelaide.  Of course we were all there.  Corinne's daughters are a triumph: pictures of poise and eloquence.  They chose their parents well.
Bron and I spent a lot of time with my Mum who delighted in taking us to the Walker's for a buffet lunch.  We mostly hovered around the seafood like circling gulls.  Heths could join us on Saturday so we took her to Mercato's - Mum was aghast she had never been there before.

It was a hot weekend.  On Saturday night we and half of Adelaide congregated at Glenelg. Fortunately for us Heths, as a local, knew secret places to park so we could stroll to the action.

 A beautiful evening to munch souvlaki and savour the sunset.

Our cunning path back to the car took us over the lock which I had no idea existed.

Great excitement cos the guy on the yacht looked like Richard Gere.

Meanwhile back in Tribes on the previous weekend, 

Steve struggles with a spot of macrame

while others make the most of the occasion.

This weekend I came home to find a beautiful surprise

and the long awaited windflowers in bloom

though, rather ungratefully, I would have preferred them to be white.  Jake and Sarah stayed the weekend with us.  Jake got the carving sandstone bug so we have now got our first birdbath.

We're not promising it will stay like this but it's a good start.  I'm thinking a carved foot bath or Roman bath would also be pleasant.

Third time lucky

I scarcely dare write this.  The first time I thought my life was sorted I got chicken pox the next week and took months to recover.  The second time, Steve had a stroke.  The third time?  I'll take the risk.  I keep exclaiming to Steve how good our life is.  Little things.  Butter in a butterdish and not in the fridge.  Daisies and clover in the lawn.  Food from our garden.  A butcher who farms his own pigs and makes bacon.  Neighbours who bring over fat juicy flathead.  The smell of the sea.  Foraging.  It starts to sound a bit coffee-table bookish, but it's true.  As I said in the previous post, I've been indulging in a beautiful book about the pilgrim trails through France to Santiago de Compostela in North West Spain.  Yesterday Steve, Sis and I took a walk on the track along southern Spring Bay.

Steve looking pilgrimish.

Maria Island in the distance.

The fish processing plant.

May it continue.