Author: Jennifer

Part 3. Denver.

In my previous post about Seattle, I said that I could live there. However. Denver took me by surprise and I would definitely live there. Capitol Hill, where we were based, was utterly delightful. Not in a picturesque sense. You can just relate to everyone and everything and there is an easy flow of life that you can imagine being a part of. This feeling crept up on me and I didn’t really notice how liveable the town was till about the end of day two. By that time, I was certain that Capitol Hill would be a wonderful base for my family–if we ever decided to be brave enough to leave Australia for America. It wasn’t just my imagination either, my hubby agreed with me wholeheartedly. It was ridiculously cold at night, but during the day the Denver sun was very welcoming. I don’t have pictures of Wax Trax, Queen City General Store, Sub Culture, City O City–such places that made me gush over our Denver neighbourhood. My eldest, Xavier, wanted to see the snow …

Part 2. Seattle.

Here is part 2 of my delayed recap of our United States family trip: SEATTLE. There’s a cosmic level of support that you can feel within this city. From the ground up, it lives in the buildings, people, the air, and it forms a culture that you can easily attach to. Art and individuality. Home and hearth. Something like that, but deeper, richer. Seattle, yes, I could live here. Part 1 was Los Angeles.

Part 1. Los Angeles.

My family and I went to America in February for my 40th birthday. It was my first time visiting there. We had two weeks to play with, and a toddler and a nine-year-old in tow. From Los Angeles, we went to Seattle, Denver, Memphis and San Francisco, before returning to LA and flying back home. The night before we left Adelaide, I received guidance that America’s cold temps were going to be detrimental to the health of my youngest (he had fallen sick the day before). Then my eldest got sick too, and I felt like the odds were against us. Naturally, I was worried about the kids and thought it best to postpone the holiday, but what do you do when the whole trip, worth thousands, is non-refundable?! Of course, I did not want to cancel; it was the kids’ first international holiday, and not to mention that the last time I had been abroad was over ten years ago. Despite our terrible start to the trip and reasonable share of crappy moments: the …

I’m Just Going to Leave You With This

A couple of days after hearing that Chris Cornell died, I’d planned to pen a short piece on my thoughts but then I read the excellent It’s Not What You Think by Rich Larson, which totally resonated with me — a lot of it I wished that I’d written, and then coupled with Tom Morello’s moving poem, I decided that there was nothing further I needed to say online. Everyone that has dwelled on the news of his passing appears to have taken away something different from it: a rock era is dying (or has died), prescription medicine contributing to suicidal thoughts needs to be stopped, it was selfish of him to leave his family behind, Eddie Vedder is the last one left… to name a few, but whatever it may be, it’s not the point. Grief is grief, surfacing in different ways among us, and loss is loss, and through social media we have come together to feel this together. I don’t really know what to take away from Chris Cornell leaving us just yet. Only that I …

Next Steps – Writing and Photography

More kilometres have been added onto my novel journey unfortunately. In its present state (draft two), it doesn’t work, but at least I know it, and I know why, and now all I can do is hunch over my desk and just keep going. I need to make some drastic changes and the thought of the rewrites ahead leave me paralysed with fear. But I can do this. In other writing news, I dug up a short story of mine from a few years back and I reworked it to the point where I was satisfied with it. I submitted it to one place but it was rejected. That’s fine—it was only one try and I was stoked that I actually submitted something for the first time in years. I left it for months, reworked it again very recently and found another place to submit it to this week. Fingers crossed, yeah? It’s not a traditional short story—it’s a piece of flash fiction at around 700 words, a little vignette if you will. With my …

Last Weekend Of Winter

Too sleep-deprived to string many words together (my youngest hasn’t been sleeping well over the last week) but I wanted to document my as-is backyard yesterday. The camera was it. If you aren’t looking through the gallery: I found a vintage high-chair, our magnolia tree takes my breath away, I love the influences of Steiner schooling on my eight year old son, and I look forward to our finished pergola.

Back, But Battered…

My blog was offline for a few months after a mishap with my web host. (Mind you, my main website remains offline but that’s because I am still working on its rebuild.) I restored a small selection of posts from a random time but I have lost a lot. Yep, gone. That is the explanation for the missing and sporadic entries, as well as the broken images. I may be able to bring back a few posts from some email archives but more importantly, I need to move on and upload fresh content. It’s good to have this space sorted again. Thanks for your patience. Update: I discovered that my Goodreads profile keeps an entire copy of my blog posts! It’s only until October 2014 but I am so relieved that I’ve managed to salvage more data. Hurrah!

Out With The Old

“I may have decided to pursue photography but I never told the writer side of me what I’d be doing with him. He was left hanging. Lately, whenever I had spoken about photography to someone and then heard the other person say: ‘And what about your writing — what will happen with that?’ the guilt would surface and boy, was it ever-present. Not a nice feeling. I did ignore it at first as I thought it would pass. But on the weekend I pulled up a chair for the writer side of me and asked him to deal with it. I told him to go and take an indefinite break. Maybe we will meet up again. But right now, he has to make room for the camera.” The above is an excerpt from a journal post of mine from 2007. For those that don’t know, I have wrapped up my wedding photography business indefinitely. I don’t foresee that I will shoot another wedding any time soon, but who knows what the future holds. For now …

You’re There, I’m Here #3

This is the third post from the project series You’re There, I’m Here. [My friend Donnie suggested an idea for a collaborative project where we each take a photograph outdoors on the same day. The purpose is to showcase the contrast in our surroundings as we are 16,504 kilometres apart.] See all posts here. MARCH 20, TWENTY SIXTEEN Jennifer: Twenty days into autumn, this is my back door, some metres away from the house, through our fig tree, way after dusk. Though it’s home, it’s a perspective that I’m not familiar with. Donnie: On the first day of spring, there in the back side of an old wall, atop rickety steps and weathered wood rails, was a door that someone had felt the need to proclaim as new. For a while I debated the truth of the scrawled words, then I realized that ultimately, a door is a door, and opening it is a new beginning. —- My image probably looks a bit eerie, could be King’s latest book cover even, but to be honest it had been …