I’m really enjoying QuadCamera on the iPhone. Lovely, spontaneous shots.
We got our money’s worth from London Zoo, even though the day started very wet, and the place is pretty expensive (£18). The live nest of leaf cutter ants working hard; the huge butterflies fluttering around among exotic plants; the birds above and below us as we walked through the Snowdon Aviary at about 30 foot above the ground. Architecturally, it seemed a strange mishmash of 19th century, 50s brutalism and contemporary Scandinavian look, although the real story, as always, is far more complicated than that.
From this year’s birthday party for all the kids in our NCT group.
I’ve done my annual favourite photos Flickr set. Not sure if my standards have dropped, or if I’ve just taken more photos this year than last (a total of 5,454), but the set has 43 shots in it, compared with 28 in 2007. It’s possible now that Maddie is more mobile I’m just taking more shots as we visit interesting places like Egypt.
Ari, Mackenzie and Chloe put on a show…
My sister-in-law’s husband Josh has a new website up for his law firm, Wiley & Terrell, based in Springfield, Missouri. He’s the Terrell half. They cover personal injury and auto accidents. Definitely check it out if you have the need. He’s a very honest guy.
I guess we’re only a day late, if Sunday is the tradional day for making, hiding and finding eggs. Anyway, we made these today. I decided to blow my three. It took me an hour to blow one, during which I nearly passed out. The other two of mine are therefore hard boiled. All of Shannon’s are hard boiled. She managed to make dinner, have a long conversation with one of her sisters and still do her eggs while I was blowing.
This afternoon we’ll hide them in the garden and subtly point them out to Maddie so she can “find” them.
After my Grandfather died my Mum and Uncle took the responsibility of dealing with the mass of paperwork and belongings that someone leaves behind when they’re gone. They spent a few weeks going through what was left and making decisions about what to dispose of and what to keep, trying to imagine what items might have sentimental value to different family members, as well as what items might simply have value as a record of his life.
Grandad had an amazing life. He trained as en engineer before moving to be a pilot. He spent time pre-WWII learning the flying ropes in Egypt, and Scotland before spending the first half of the war running bombing raids across Europe in both Hampdens and Lancasters as part of 83 Squadron. He reached the rank of Squadron Leader. He shifted to the Empire Test Pilots School as part of their first year of inductees in the second half of the war after receiving the Distinguished Service Medal for his role in the many, many bombing raids that he must have been grateful to survive.
He became a test pilot for AVRO before becoming air traffic controller at their airbase at Woodford, and then retiring.
I’m 37, near enough. He retired in the 70s, when I was 6 or 7. So for most of my life, for 30 years, his amazing history has not been a part of what made him him to me.
My mother and uncle’s work on his belongings resulted in a tattered red suitcase that is brimming with photos of his life, most of which are taken from the many years that were a mystery to me. I’ve got that bag at the moment, and am slowly scanning in many of these items. Envelopes are full of black and white photos of this young, fun man, with scratchings on the back in his hand-writing documenting what was going on, when and with whom.
This young, fun man became an old, fun man and I’m grateful that I still see a lot of the character of the man I knew in these old shots. I’m grateful, too, to have the chance to go through this amazing archive in my own time and make the half of Grandad that I knew into a whole.