Gippo

We were down in Gippo this weekend. I'm assuming that quintessential Aussie tradition - shortening a name and suffixing an 'O' - was alive back in the 1800s when the region got it's name from old George Gipps. Would his mates have called him Gippo? Who knows. What I can tell you is that he must have been a good looker as that is some pretty stunning countryside down there. Come to think of it, we've been down in Gippo two weekends straight.

The first was at friend's parent's place in San Remo. The balcony alone was worth the drive, looking effortlessly over the bay and French Island. We attempted nothing more
than chillaxing and achieved it in spades.

This weekend was a little different - a camping, music festival in the rolling hills outside Loch. If there's one thing i learnt this weekend, there's nothing like a good music festival to make you realise you're too old for music festivals. When Bodhi woke up at 2am in the tent, music still blaring outside, declaring that he wanted to go home, i really couldn't blame him. It's sad really. The festival was everything you'd want it to be. Nice & cosy, small intimate setting in lovely rolling countryside, good music, great company...just wished they'd turned the volume down at 8:30ish when grandpas like me enjoy going to sleep...instead of 3am when grandpas like me tend to wake.

BTW - I went to my first ever AFL game at The G last week - Richmond and Carlton, and while you'd never catch me in a pair of their shorts, i dare say you'll catch me at the G again - bloody exciting stuff!

Up there Cazaly!
Minas.

Moomba

Hey There;

Ironically I was working in Sydney Thurs & Fri meaning I had to fly back to Melb to be with the family for the long weekend. The dead silence in the airport lounge on Friday afternoon as everyone sat glued to the streaming footage of the Japanese Tsunami will stay with me for a while.

The Lovely Samantha's sister was in town this weekend. She's releasing her first solo album soon and had asked for some promo shots. We spent all hours of Friday and Saturday nights in and around the city shooting different options. Incredibly tiring work, particularly in light of the sapping all day vendor meetings I'd been in while in Sydney. We managed one or two decent shots out of the whole time which while hopefully come to some use.

This long weekend was The Moomba Festival. The purpose of the festival escapes me (and everyone else i asked for that matter). I've a hunch that it's just an excuse for yet another street parade.
With lovely weather all weekend, a Monday afternoon session at Shalome's new digs was the perfect way to round it out. I had such a blast that come midnight i decided to call God on the porcelain phone and tell him all about it.

Fun morning back at work,
Minas.