It occurred to me about two weeks ago that I hadn't taken a photograph with my iphone for...months. I've been trying to get back into the habit of snapping some shots of my everyday surroundings, which mostly occur on my walk to yoga.
This weekend, I went back to Inspector Climate's childhood home in Gippsland. It coincided with a yearly tradition of a mother's day parade. I've been to everyone the town has ever done, which is impressive because neither Inspector Climate nor his sister can boast the same.
Here are some pictures from the parade:
(Why yes, those are women dressed as Marge Simpson on lawn mowers).
Someone tried to tell me recently that autumn in Melbourne's eastern suburbs looks like the foliage we get in New England. To say I scoffed is an understatement.
I was trying to get a picture of Inspector Climate sleeping, but instead...I give you this. You're welcome.
How was your weekend?