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30 Days of Gratitude : #17

#17: What knowledge are you grateful for?

I suppose this would have to be my knowledge of iPhoneography and Androidography aka my mad mobile photography skills ๐Ÿ˜„.

I started out late 2010 on an iPhone 3, testing out Lomography Apps. Then I got a 2nd hand iPhone 4, and more Apps, and widened my range of photo editing apps, joined a couple of forums and online iPhoneography communities. 

I was such an enthusiast of iPhoneography that I shot and edited anything and everything, from trees, swamps, flowers, sceneries, animals, architecture, landscapes…

Then in 2011 I organised and set up Perth City’s (and Western Australia’s) 1st ever iPhoneography exhibition and workshop. By the end of the year, I’d self-published 2 photo books, one on the Maylands swamplands near where I lived, the other a collection of my personal favourite photos.

In 2013, I grew tired of trying to keep up with Apple’s yearly “newest” iPhone, I mean, if it’s That good, why can’t its software just get updated yearly, instead of having to buy a completely new phone every year? The last straw was in September 2012, when I chanced to be in Perth and just so happened to come across the queue of people waiting to get into the Apple Store, just so they could buy the newest iPhone. The queue snaked round the block and nearly back to itself, like some ouroboros. 

I switched to a Samsung Galaxy S3 in late 2013, and haven’t looked back since. And now I’m grateful for having the knowledge and skills of both platforms, the best of both worlds, as it were.

Some of my photography artwork is licensed with Kess InHouse Designs, and I also have some on Society 6, Etsy and eBay. I also have a dozen Lenormand card decks of my own designs, available on eBay and Etsy. And no, I’m not rolling in Money…not yet anyway ๐Ÿ˜‰. But it’ll come, it’s coming in when I least expect it, and I know the dribble will become a steady trickle soon enough, and then watch out for the flood! 

So yeah, I’m grateful for the journey my mobile photography has taken me on, these last 6 years. And I’ll continue to hone my photography skills, and work on new art and designs, doing what I’m passionate about, and loving every minute.

Gratitude Thursday

Today, I’m expressing my Gratitude for living where I live. There are beaches all around me, all within a 5-10 minute drive. Or a 15-25 minute cycle. The sunshine in Western Australia is gorgeous, and lends itself happily to great photos. And we’re lucky enough that there’s never crowds of people thronging these beaches and spoiling Mother Nature’s beauty. 

People who don’t know Rockingham think it’s full of bogans (aka rednecks/hooligans/uneducated folks), but the reality of it is that Rockingham is an undiscovered natural gem that is now fast developing into a tourist destination… the locals however would like it to stay a sleepy backwater town, so our lovely beaches can stay unspoilt. The common consensus is to let Joe Public continue to believe Rockinghan is “rough”, and stay away so us locals can continue to keep our secret a secret ๐Ÿ˜„.

Here are just some photos I took (with my Samsung Galaxy S7 Edge) of some of the beaches in the Rockingham, Western Australia area:

Practising Manifestation with Bottlecaps

When I first explained the Law of Attraction and the technique of Manifestation to my teenager, Jack, he was sceptical. As can be expected. 

I suggested to Jack that he test out the technique of Manifestation himself, if he was game to. He would try to manifest (aka find) 3 bottle caps on our next outing. He’s a fan of the Playstation game “Fallout 4”, in which bottlecaps are legal tender in an apocalyptic world. So, for Jack, the prospect of finding bottle caps appealed to him. 

We ventured down to the Rockingham foreshore, and almost immediately I found 2 bottlecaps on the ground. I suggested that Jack visualise finding bottlecaps, or “tune in” to the wavelength of bottlecaps. It seemed to work, for he started spying them lying in the sand here and there…and instead of just finding 3, Jack kept wanting to find more and more.

We ended up with 15 bottlecaps in the space of just 20 minutes. How we found the final 2 was quite surreal, yet fitting to this experiment. Jack wandered off to the right of the beach, I to the left. I glimpsed a bottlecap in the sand and pounced on it, just as Jack proclaimed that he’d found one. When we compared our finds, we discovered that they were both the same Corona brand. 

Oh, and we found a crab shell too, discarded by seagulls after their breakfast. And I also found a lovely, unusual blue marble, while Jack found 2 more common marbles to accompany my blue. 

I call it a Great Day! ๐Ÿ˜Š

Sea Glass, Stones & Shells

Here are some photos of my collection of sea glass, along with some quirky stones and shells. These were collected from the beaches along Point Peron, where I had a “mini holiday” just the other day…well, it seemed like a holiday, away from the hustle and bustle of town and people. I remember beachcombing for shells on the beaches of Trengganu on the east coast of Malaysia, as a child. That love has returned to me now in Rockingham, Western Australia.

I must endeavour to go to the beach by myself at least once every fortnight if I can. It’s good for the soul!

See, the jar is only half full, so I’ll definitely need to visit the beaches again for more pretty little things ๐Ÿ˜„. Don’t they look a bit like jelly beans? 

Ye Dowg

I happened across this vintage vehicle in the carpark of a local shopping centre recently. For a second or two I thought I was on the set of the Mad Max: Fury Road movie. 

After checking that there was no one around to give me funny looks, I quickly took a few snapshots of the car. The licence plate made me smile, and I wonder if the owner has a dog named Max, by any chance.

Madam Bukeshla – Part 3

The quirky Madam Bukeshla boutique in Fremantle, Western Australia, is not only home to Trish Bygott’s sewing skills, it also houses the wonderfully quirky naรฏve sewn dolls of Danielle (d_for_daniowl on Instagram) and the floristry skills of Sandy (clippings.freo on Instagram). These 2 lovely ladies were very charming, welcoming and curious about me when I visited. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Here are some photos of the glorious garden behind the shopfront of Madam Bukeshla, where florist Sandy works. I can’t imagine a more tranquil, peaceful and conducive environment to work in.

Madam Bukeshla – Part 2

Yesterday, I introduced you to a dinky little fashion store in Fremantle, Western Australia. Now, step inside for photos of the fascinating boutique Madam Bukeshla

Wait, there’s more! And it’s coming up next…

Madam Bukeshla – Part 1

I first came across the name “Madam Bukeshla” while trawling Pinterest for Lagenlook (layered look) fashion. I was enchanted by the photoblog of Design Files, with the many beautiful photos of the interior and exterior of Madam Bukeshla’s home and boutique, as well as the fascinating and colourful story of owners Trish Bygott and Nathan Crotty. You can read the Design Files article here.

I contacted the owner of Madam Bukeshla, Trish Bygott, about visiting her and taking photos of her shop for my blog. Trish very graciously agreed, but warned me that she was about to leave in a few weeks’ time for a long trip to India. 

I’d only begun my new job walking dogs and pet sitting, and last Friday I only had the one home to petsit, so I found myself with some free time afterwards and decided to drive to Fremantle, to satisfy my curiousity about the enigmatic Madam Bukeshla. As it were, that was the very day Trish had set off for her Indian adventure.

For the uninitiated, Madam Bukeshla is a fictitious name with an enchanting story attached, concocted by owner Trish Bygott:

(The following is taken from the website of Madam Bukeshla):

The Story of Madam Bukeshla

This is the fictional story written by Fremantle artist and writer Jennifer Kornberger for the launch night of the Madam Bukeshla store…
 
Trish has named her design studio after the famous historical figure Madam Bukeshla, and I think it would be fitting at this opening fo the Studio to tel a little of the story of this enigmatic woman who lived at the turn of the century. She was an artistic and sensitive daughter of the Russian Tsarist and adventurer Anton Bukeshla and the Zulu princess Ata Bukeshla. She grew up in both Africa and Europe, and studied art at the French academy, becoming fascinated with the elements of good design. One of the stories that has come through tells of her visiting the William Morris Studios in England and peering with great longing through the window in the pouring rain at the wallpapers and furnishings. The head designer, who was at that momentslightly tipsy from drinking French red, spied her and invigted her in to share a glass. Hearing that she was an artist, he flung out a challenge: ‘Find me a palette of fabrics that matches exactly the flavours of this wine.’ Madam Bukeshla took up the challenge. She entered the workroom and turned it upside down: colours, patterns, braids, bibs, bobs, buttons… Out of the creative chaos she emerged triumphant with a stunning combination that took England by storm. She was given a trunk of fabrics, which she took with her as she continued in her travels, visiting all the dress houses on the continent, collecting as she went more and more trunks of fabric. Then a great longing arose in her to connect with her motherโ€™s heritage. She booked a passage to Africa and lived in the rhythm of song, into colours so boldly put together, beads, sun and women singing as they worked with cloths wrapped around their bellies. She returned to Europe with more boxes of fabric. With all these experiences behind her, Madam Bukeshla went into a textile mill in Brittany and climbed the stairs to the very top of the mill and in the last rrom she found an old woman with a spindle. And then for the second time in recorded medical history, a woman (this time Madam Bukeshla) pricked her finger on a spindle and fell into a deep sleep, which lasted 100 years. When she woke up she found that her name was Trish Bygott. And all the boxes of fabric had survived and here they are in this room, under the table. I must tell you that when Madam Bukeshla went to sleep the whole world went to sleep and had a textile nightmare โ€“ millions of soulless garments churned out of factories, ugly things with inane prints, some had never been touched by a human hand. But Madam Bukeshla dreamt of divine cloths, of stitching with strips of silk ad she dreamt of garments so individual that each one had a name. So, now she has her own design studio and others come to the window and peer in to see Trish Bygott ‘living that which she loves’.

And now let us venture within:

More in Part 2 tomorrow! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Ferrets

I was in Perth CBD today and on my way to drop into T2 to try some free teas, when I walked round the corner and bumped into this young man and his girlfriend taking his 2 ferrets for a walk. The ferrets were on chain leads and scampering over each other with excitement. Everyone went Ooh! and Aaahh! because they were so darn cute. The ferrets, I mean. ๐Ÿ˜„

Anyway, I went up to the couple, and without my even asking, the chappie scooped up one of the ferrets and handed it over to me for a cuddle. I’m in love with ferrets now. Sure, they smell like a room full of mice, but it’s not a bad smell, just quite strong. I probably smell like my dogs to other people, but I don’t notice it. And I guess if you love animals you’ll be quite happy to smell like them too!

I only managed to snap a few photos of the ferrets, but they really are cute and I wanted to share them here with you all. If you want to keep ferrets, do your research first, as they are not for everybody. They are very high energy and although domesticated, they are wilder and more unpredictable than dogs or cats. 

And yes, like any other animal, they can nip. The one I was cuddling in my arms decided after 5 minutes that he’d had enough and could he go back to his Daddy please, so he squirmed about and finally decided to have a nibble of my hand, between the thumb and index finger. It wasn’t painful, it felt exactly like when Boo my cat bites me when he’s had enough attention. 

The ferret on the left is 2 years old. The one on the right is 8 months old and a ferret x polecat, and when it is fully grown will be about 2x the size of his ferret buddy. They eat mince and love fresh fish. 

When I got home, my 2 dogs Shelagh and Scruffy had a field day, sniffing at my hands and clothes at that strange ferret scent!

Here’s a good site for information for starter ferret keepers. 

https://www.lovethatpet.com/small-pets/ferrets/ferret-care/

Seen in Perth CBD

I came across these in the window of a cafรฉ in Perth CBD, while on my way to have lunch with my dearest friend, Irena.

Apologies, I was in too much of a hurry to get to our meeting point notice which cafรฉ it was, it might have quite possibly been the chocolate bar Koko Black

Anyway, I just thought the artwork was rather cute and kitsch and somewhat reminiscent of Andy Warhol. These were photographed through the windows, so you might see reflections of the surroundings in some of them. I didn’t see any signature or placards saying anything about them, so I’m not sure who the artist is. The first portrait looks like Audrey Hepburn to me, and the last reminds me of Angelina Jolie. 

Enjoy your weekend, folks!