My girls, let me show you them.

My pets, that is. Not my breasts. Yeah, I realise that title might be a bit misleading...

Ten.

Be in awe of the whiskers!


Tig and Spock.

Oh, and I think Spock might be losing her hearing. When I want to attract their attention, I whistle (in a specific way) or make a sort of kissy noise. They usually bound to the front of the cage, as they know they'll be getting attention or treats or both. Spock now leaps up out of her house, but doesn't come to the front of the cage. She ends up peering out of the side or whatever, as if she can sort of hear the noise, but can't track down where it came from...
It's odd.

Australian Adventure - The Pinnacles and beach.

Australia's pretty big, you know.


Can you see the face on the rock on the left hand side?



Matt is king of the wooooorld!



I think this one looks like a cowled figure...




Photo taken by Chris - left to right, that's Will and me, Barb, Matt and Rowenna.





We stopped off to see some stromatolites at Lake Thetis. They were really cool, and their sign made me laugh.

It's all about me, baby.

I have come to the conclusion that it's ridiculous for me to be a photographer, albeit an amateur one, with a camera phobia.

I love taking photographs, I'm always pootling around with my camera, but over the last few years I have developed a problem. I hate having my picture taken. I get all awkward when someone tries to photograph me, and that makes me tense up, and THAT makes me look fecking awful in pictures.
I didn't have this problem before, and it's one I need to get over.

So, with that in mind, I have started to take pictures of myself. Yeah, a lot are rubbish (I don't really have a lumpy forehead, like the indoor ones suggest), but that doesn't matter.






Oh yeah, and my husband is a hottie.