I haven't ever photographed the cricket, or our cricket team, apart from when they make appearances at the racetrack.  And I admit that it's a while since I followed the cricket religiously.  We used to take it very seriously, because my dad was very into the cricket, and I grew up thinking of course that Dennis Lillee, Rodney Marsh, Greg Chappell and Alan Border were the coolest things around.  Apart from Kingston Town of course!  So while I don't follow it with nearly the same enthusiasm, and have to admit that I asked 'who's that' when FoxSports mentioned a current Australian test cricketer that I'd never heard of, the cricket today is indeed depressing.  Normally we are accusing the Poms of having no ticker.  What's going wrong!  I don't understand!!!!  Glenn McGrath at Rosehill Gardens.

Right.  I can do Baking Queen.  That much is established.  What I cannot do is Domestic Goddess.  I think I eluded to this in an earlier post.  The morale of this particular story is when this particular fabulously talented photographer is reduced to having to vacuum, I should NOT attempt to do this at the same time as cooking dinner.  I hate sausages, and cook them reluctantly for my children who do actually like them.  Now, in addition to making the house smell like the press room did in Cup Week (WHY did the VRC say it was a good idea for all of the security staff to house their revolting smelling lunch, consisting of greasy sausages and rissoles, in the Media Centre????), I have burnt the sausages.  Bugger it!  I should really only stick to one Domestic Goddess task at a time.  Especially at Christmas time! I am preparing for the inevitable ' my sausages are burnt, they taste awful, I can't eat them ' complaints.  At which I will calmly say ' Santa doesn't come

As 2010 draws to its inevitable close, I wanted to take a moment to remember Debbie.  She was a friend, albeit not one I knew really really well.  But a friend nonetheless, whom I knew from my past life at CSIRO.   She's pictured here at my daughter's 5th birthday party.  Shortly after this, she came over again in June, bringing her little daughter over, and we sat in my lounge room chatting and making plans to catch up again, as the girls wanted to spend time together.  I didn't ever hear from her again. This is why.  In early July, she was murdered by her then estranged husband, evidently an abusive pig of a man, who she'd finally managed to leave.  He then committed suicide by shooting himself.  It was all very planned and she would have been terrified.  It was no heat of the moment thing, it was cold blooded, and deliberate, and the terror she must have gone through is awful to think about.  I know what happened, and it affected me for a long time.  Apart from t

So just what did 2010 bring? I thought I wouldn't write too many words, only through the captions to the images, which really, on a blog like this, should do all the talking.  After initially being surprised by the actions of some, I decided 2010 would be a year of laying some new foundations,  following the separation of ways of some established relationships, and going back to basics this year, and back to doing what I do best, and that is concentrating on the sort of images I do best.   There have been some valued clients that have stuck firm, and others whom I hope are on the way back.  And to concentrate on the horses, and on capturing them in ways I think that I do best of all, and when doing people, to capturing spontaneous emotion.  Most exciting this year was the selection and subsequent publication of two images I took of Saintly winning the 1996 Melbourne Cup by Australia Post in the Commemorative 150th Melbourne Cup Stamp issue set.  They can be seen here: 150th Mel