Coffee on your face...

A close-up, if you don't believe me:

Both images: http://www.thegrafikmuseum.com/the-blog/2009/08/06/mona-lisa-out-of-coffee-sydney-aroma-festival/

This perfectly aromatic image was created at the Sydney Aroma Festival from full and empty coffee cups.

Credits go to my lovely sister Mon who brought it to my attention.

Looking closely you can make out the flat white from the espresso.

Brilliant!

So, share and share alike. Have a cup, on me!

So, what kept you?

Image courtesy of: www.ungerman.smugmug.com

Rusty nails, dried paint, dust

Cooking and preparing

Readying clothes for the next day

Telephones, faxes, meetings

More nails, wet paint

Heat, humidity, Summer rain

Day after day

Week after week,

And another month has passed.

My sole salvation is that the Southern Hemisphere is nearing the (hopefully abrupt) end of these thirst-inducing, life-sapping, skin-scorching summer days, irritatingly interspersed with the ooze of sticky rain forcing us to inhale its heavy, clammy, steamy air...

Cool, southerly Autumn breeze, I patiently await you.

Graduation

Mr. 16 graduated from Year 10 last week. The photo above was taken at The Nepean River just before his celebratory formal dinner. All of his classmates were out of their usual head-to-toe school uniform. I hardly recognised any of them. The girls looked a little older than usual, the boys a little younger; all looked beautiful, innocent.

Mr. 16. driving to the venue (with Learner's plates firmly attached to the car!):


Beneath the cool exterior he was cooking: it was 38 degrees celcius!:


Mr. 16 strikes a 1940's-style pose:


Proud sister and brother:


A group shot:


Loving Aunty:


Proud Dad:


Doting Mum:


One of Mr 16's best mates ended the night singing That's Amore and all joined in with a sing-along:


I wish every one of these lovely people all the very best in their chosen path, be it a further two years of senior school study (as in Mr. 16's case) or a new start in their future career.

Bless you all, Class of 2009.

Karim

My baby brother and his beautiful wife now have their own baby, a handsome little boy whom they named Karim, after our Dad (whose 69th Birthday was yesterday).

Below is a little poem I wrote and have dedicated to the newest member of our extended family, baby Karim.

Karim

The world is your oyster
You are so young, so new,
You will have much to offer it,
And the world, you.

I see you traversing
Its extraordinary lands,
Countries and cities,
Farms and fields.

I see you climbing
Its dizzying heights,
Mountains and valleys
Plateaus and alps.

I see you sailing
Its vast, great seas
Rivers and oceans,
Antarctic to the Nile.

But most of all,
May you grow to be,

Like your namesake,
So generous, so skillful
Fun-loving and kind.

Job colours

Prison greens:

Hospital Blues - maybe this Doctor can cure your blues (or rather, freak you out):

Surgical greens:

Chef Whites:

What next...

Bank 0fficer's Beige?

Teacher's Tartans?

How about Secretary's Scarlet?

Can you make any suggestions?