(Nearly) Being twenty five

I'm sitting here, thinking about you and your being 25 tomorrow.  It's inconceivable - the velocity of it all - the blurring of hours, days, months, lifetimes.  A quarter of a century. How long, yet fleeting.  I marvel at all you are, all you've become, the beauty of you, the beauty in you. I think of how grateful I am to all the people that created the space which you've grown into.  I hope that the year ahead is rich and fantastic; an agar of life and joy and love and friendship.

At 121 in 2003, building a robot - always the engineer, fabulous focus - great great great Grandfather watching from the wall
 (and smiling in his beard :-)

Sunday night dinner portraits

Allie, Daisy and Courtney

Classic Hong Kong chocolate milk

After a long haul on the pitch this morning, some GranRose matters to deal with this afternoon, the Frees, Courtney and Daisy came round for supper.  Victims for the lights baby.  I will post the others tomorrow as black and whites - sorry that I didn't reach you for a chat today - will ping you on your way to work tomorrow.  

Sportless Sat - oh such a perfect day

There is such delight in a mundane and achievementless Saturday - I could just walk around looking.  Oh such a perfect day (click on that in the event that you feel like a smile - the delightful, varied voices :-)  There was however one mission, had to go to Mong Kok to pick up a lens - and it was like the whole planet had the same idea (with the exception of the inhabitants of 89, who weren't even drawn into a debate about going.

Aiden and Leony putting together some noodles for breakfast (which suggests that the boys are indeed really Asian).

The shop that I had to go to to pick up the lens was essentially an office with a counter, full of people,
with some barely civil types dealing with it all.  But then again, a camera can delight.

Back outside, soaking up Fa Yeun Street's market on the way out of the maelstrom.
I think I was in a better mood than anyone else there.

It's winter - so logically a stall with gloves and yarns - incognito assistant.

Only the alley-ways weren't heaving with people; rats the size of Dorniers.

In the lead-up to Chinese New Year, the flower market was ferociously coloured.

I had to walk miles to get out, heading through mo-town off Cheung Sha Wan road - Nice Kasuki

Dinner at home, Aiden and Ange into the Aussie open, Ev, ever ebullient, in the background busting some dance moves.

Daisy's wounds + betadine

Saturday morning ... bed hair, gritty air and dog-bites

I planned to climb high junk peak this morning to take a picture of the bay - something that I last did a decade ago - alarmingly.  Sadly the air is terrible, northerly wind bringing down guff from China, blanketing the coast.  So I passed on that one and aimed the camera at just-awoken boys.  Courtney came round to get some betadine spray for Daisy who was bitten four times by some antisocial dog on the beach.  Bloody hell.  She seems fine though, a couple of holes, and still in good spirits (celebrated her wounded so-I'm-allowed-inside status by dashing upstairs to gobble down Holly's food).