Author: Jennifer

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 …

Reviewing Glen Hansard

It appears that the last music gig that I reviewed was in June last year — Against Me! — yikes, I had not realised it had been that long. (My one year old kid helps me to pass the time a little.) It’s funny, I remember when I did my first review, I was a bit on the terrified side — not to mention that I took hours and hours to get it right and get it out. (And a right version of that review would look totally different today, but that is writing, and that is life.) I managed to get my latest review done pretty quickly (even with aforementioned one year old keeping me up half the night) which was of the excellent Glen Hansard. He performed last Thursday night and I was excited because I’m a fan; I have a soft spot for him because of his connection to Eddie Vedder (whom I admire greatly). I have seen Glen about five times now and each time he has not disappointed. It’s tricky …

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 …

You’re There, I’m Here – #2

This is the second post from the project series You’re There, I’m Here. The first can be found here. DECEMBER 24, TWENTY FIFTEEN Adelaide: A subtly-lit gumtree at dusk that Jennifer tried not to take for granted on Christmas eve. Lexington: A bright Santa made Donnie take notice of the dreary weather on Christmas eve. I had aimed to get my shot outside the hall where my extended family always get together on Christmas eve. However, the surroundings were a little banal. I took a few shots anyway, totally uninspired, and then I saw a dandelion head in the air. I liked the idea that perhaps an angel was nearby and so I tried to follow it and shoot at the same time. A photo didn’t work out, but during my movement a gumtree (that I had initially passed off as ordinary) got my attention in the end… I know that my photograph doesn’t exactly scream Christmas. But I love that the floating dandelion was my reminder to live in the moment during the Christmas chaos, therefore making me really feel the spirit …

You’re There, I’m Here – #1

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 — with perhaps an emphasis on the season — as we are 16,504 kilometres apart. This post is the first from our project series called, You’re There, I’m Here. Adelaide: Late-spring grapes begin to grow from a vine that is over a 100 years old.* Lexington: Late-autumn leaves were aglow in a backyard. Donnie’s post is here. *My family and I have been at this property for only 18 months and it was our neighbour that informed us about the age of the vine. The grapevine is planted right on the boundary between our home and the neighbour’s. Years back, when there were plans to put up the adjoining fence, our neighbour didn’t want to see the vine destroyed as a result. He arranged for the fence to be erected on his side of the boundary — for the love of preserving the vine. My husband …