The Local Oval.
The other day Todd, Kenji and I went for a walk to the local oval with our mobile phones (read: cameras). The oval is completely fenced in and is a designated off-leash park for dogs whenever there are no footy games on.
Todd remarked that the trees reminded him of Dr Seuss trees, all tall and spindly and fantastical...
Dr Seuss trees at the local oval
Kenji didn't give a shit about the trees. He only had eyes for his basketball...
He only had eyes for his ball
Todd and I spent half our time there trying to get good shots of him. As you can see above, I failed. Here's Todd in deep concentration wielding his camera phone...
Todd on the cricket pitch
We stayed there a long time because Kenji was having too much fun to leave. Another hounddog came and went, and finally we dawdled on home. I was gobsmacked by the beauty of our street as we finally turned into it. I know the lips of all three driveways intimately on account of a childhood spent bikeriding and rollerskating...
Ours (Dad's) is the corner one with the Seuss trees and the crooked letterbox
And when we got inside and plonked on the bed, just look who was waiting for us there. The very elderly Ruby Tuesday...
Well, hello!
Todd remarked that the trees reminded him of Dr Seuss trees, all tall and spindly and fantastical...
Dr Seuss trees at the local oval
Kenji didn't give a shit about the trees. He only had eyes for his basketball...
He only had eyes for his ball
Todd and I spent half our time there trying to get good shots of him. As you can see above, I failed. Here's Todd in deep concentration wielding his camera phone...
Todd on the cricket pitch
We stayed there a long time because Kenji was having too much fun to leave. Another hounddog came and went, and finally we dawdled on home. I was gobsmacked by the beauty of our street as we finally turned into it. I know the lips of all three driveways intimately on account of a childhood spent bikeriding and rollerskating...
Ours (Dad's) is the corner one with the Seuss trees and the crooked letterbox
And when we got inside and plonked on the bed, just look who was waiting for us there. The very elderly Ruby Tuesday...
Well, hello!