It’s in the Bag: which camera bag is right for you?

For a long time I was searching for the ultimate camera bag; one that was surreptitious, could carry all my camera gear as well as my purse, glasses and keys and could easily be carried hiking, sightseeing and to special events. Of course I have now realised that no one bag can do all those things and I have instead invested in several bags which so far seem to cover all bases. In case anyone is in need of a good camera bag, here is a rundown on the various bags I now use when I am out and about. Continue reading “It’s in the Bag: which camera bag is right for you?”

Moomba and the Birdman Rally

It’s March again and so once more we welcome the Moomba festival to the banks of the Yarra River in Melbourne. Celebrated as part of the March Labour Day weekend, the Moomba festival is now in its 60th year, having started in response to Queen Elizabeth II’s first visit to Melbourne in 1954. Moomba, loosely translated as “let’s get together and have fun” is lauded as a ‘festival for the people’. Continue reading “Moomba and the Birdman Rally”

Summer Fun at Cape Bridgewater

The Australian salute. Only ever required on the odd occasion and almost always in the height of summer. A flick of the wrist – left, right, left – elbow held steady, ninety degrees to your face. Living in Australia, its instinctive, you don’t even realise you’re hand is raised and flapping. Sometimes its effective, but often it’s almost better to fly the white flag and head inside in defeat. Heading out on the seal walk in Cape Bridgewater I was in desperate need of one such flag. Perhaps one giant white flag would actually do the trick; take ‘em all on and wipe them out in one fell swoop just when they thought I had accepted defeat. My husband’s back had already lost the battle, his green jacket was now a hive of black. Our baby daughter strapped to his chest had been mummified; swaddled from head to foot lest their army would strike into her oft open mouth. Barely unable to keep pace with the two of them as they pushed through enemy lines, my arm was in overdrive, windscreen wipers for my face, but still they persisted. Cooped inside for days, I was desperate to get outside and do some sightseeing, but I hadn’t accounted for this;  Continue reading “Summer Fun at Cape Bridgewater”