I made a roast leg of lamb this weekend too, with some veggies from the market. Check out the recipe!

Here’s a few highlights from the market; be sure to check out more of my photos on the Bondi Farmers website too!

It was a cloudy day but the lighting was still great—here are a few of the highlights. Congrats Jem!

I’m loving my new-to-me Canon 50 mm prime f/1.8 lens too. It’s been great for food photography and made taking photos in these low-light conditions really easy. I don’t normally wander around taking photos of strangers, but Mel’s decorations and everyone’s bohemian outfits were just fabulous! I loved how much everyone got into it.

Here are some of the highlights. I really like Luke with that scarf… and sssh, no one knows it was his mom’s!

He was a great guy. I still remember the day that we got him, and how calmly he watched us as we approached the kennels at the breeder’s—his brothers and sisters were yapping away, but he was just sitting and watching us, ears perked and brown eyes shining in the sun. He was the first dog that the breeder brought out for us to meet, and as a timid guy, he trembled for a lot of it—but calmed a bit as I petted him while the grown ups were talking. I was nine, and he was three and a half months old, part of an out of season litter of pups. (“Love puppies” as they’re known.) We met a couple other dogs, but he was the one we kept. I don’t even know what the decision was, just that he was our dog. Kimmiq’s name comes from the Inuit word for “dog,” which is qimmiq. We didn’t really know how to spell it (obviously), so his name became a combination between qimmiq and kimik (which means “heel”).

snowshoeing in Yellowknife, NWT, on Tin Can Hill

Kimmiq became a constant in my life growing up; as a teenager and then young adult, so many things change that it’s nice to have a few things that don’t. He was always there after I came home from school, and it was my job to take him for his afternoon walk. In Yellowknife, we explored Tin Can Hill together (which was right behind our house), and when we moved back to Revelstoke, he and I traipsed up and down the Greenway at the end of our street every day. Nothing brought him to the kitchen faster than scraping the cast-iron frying pan, and he loved nothing more than playing fetch with sticks, tennis balls, or frisbees. Our last dog never got the hang of frisbee, but Kimmiq made some magnificent leaps to catch his. He would always meet you at the door and butt his head into your knees for scratches.

His first bedroom was our office, where once I discovered the wonders of the internet, we kept each other company. Eventually his basket was moved downstairs, where he kept my mum company sewing or my dad company while he watched TV. He often accompanied my mum to work, and always eagerly awaited his dog bone treat once they got there. I know of no other dog who had as many hand-quilted beds as Kimmiq did; my mum is quite the quilter, and our carpets a very light shade, so he had beds all over the house and in her office.

He was always an easy going dog, and timid, but had a steady and gentle nature that made him patient and relaxed. He would just watch, tilt his head, thwap his tail, and always leaned into cuddles. In the springtime, his fur always smelled sweet like cottonwood buds.

Well Kimmiq, you’re in doggy heaven now. You were well loved and will be much missed, and never ever forgotten!

I was thinking the other day that I really missed blogging about my photos. I’m a pretty shutter-happy person, and my blog used to be the place where I wrote about and shared my latest photos and (obviously) the activities that went with them. So, here are a few shots from a recent trip to Pearl Beach, up on the Central Coast north of Sydney.

we saw a few of these clear jellyfish washed up on the beach