Oh Daylesford

I am currently mid-way through the very excellent and inspiring Blog With Pip course - (so yessss... you can expect some improvement soon...) Pip Lincolne is a bit of a hero of mine and I have a suspicion she might actually be three people to achieve all that she does. Perhaps she is actually secret triplets. I mean, have you ever seen three Pip Lincolnes in the same place at once??? Have you? My point exactly. Totally triplets. Take a look at her supergreat blog Meet Me At Mike's here... Be inspired by her infinite creativity and sunshinyness, and if you're so inclined join up for the next blog course. It's fun.

This week's assignment is all about capturing your weekend in photos. I don't have a schmancy digital SLR. Alas. I have an old-school film SLR (yikes!) but it is extremely difficult to stuff the old film photographs into the USB port on my MacBook. (I'm sooo not techy.)

So here I am. Presenting my weekend to you in iPhonophotography. (That is so a word.)
My iPhone 4S no less. (shudder)

(Sorry Pip... I think I just failed my homework.)

Despite my lack of fancy tools, I just love looking through the camera lens and capturing a moment. Where we live - here in Daylesford, in Central Victoria, Australia, there are countless beautiful moments. Here are a few of mine from the weekend. 

Daylesford's Convent Gallery. Peeping through the blooming magnolia.

Daylesford's Convent Gallery. Peeping through the blooming magnolia.

Hazy Daylesford late Saturday afternoon. I always take my iPhone with me when i go walking, in case I stumble upon a smoky sky and seeding fennel vista... well you never know...

Hazy Daylesford late Saturday afternoon. I always take my iPhone with me when i go walking, in case I stumble upon a smoky sky and seeding fennel vista... well you never know...

There's magic around every corner here. Especially at 63 1/4 Barkly Street, Glenlyon. We knocked, but the resident fairy wasn't home. Instead we met her grumpy eight-legged neighbour Mr Huntsman. We invited him for lunch at The Old Glenlyon General Store but he was in a hurry to catch a fly.  

There's magic around every corner here. Especially at 63 1/4 Barkly Street, Glenlyon. We knocked, but the resident fairy wasn't home. Instead we met her grumpy eight-legged neighbour Mr Huntsman. We invited him for lunch at The Old Glenlyon General Store but he was in a hurry to catch a fly.

 

Slow down. Breathe.  

Slow down. Breathe.

 

I love that hill. It's Wombat Hill in Daylesford. It's an old volcano, crowned in a beautiful Botanic Garden. This old train track is the line between Daylesford and Bullarto. Needless to say we didn't have to give way to a train, wayward cow or wombat on our morning walk today.

I love that hill. It's Wombat Hill in Daylesford. It's an old volcano, crowned in a beautiful Botanic Garden. This old train track is the line between Daylesford and Bullarto. Needless to say we didn't have to give way to a train, wayward cow or wombat on our morning walk today.

Thank you for joining me on my weekend adventure (and checking my homework). I'm going to put these (and other) photos into our new Gold Dust Days Gallery. I'd love your thoughts on which grown up camera I should be saving my pennies for too... As much as I love my happy-snapper iPhone... its days as my number one camera are numbered.

-  Kathy. x x