It’s been a ‘uge couple of weeks, looking back on it. I’ve been in my new place for over a month now, yet it feel like I’ve only spent a few nights here. Cah-raze-y busy.
The biggest thing that has been going on was Steph’s wedding, which was amazing and which I will write more about later. For now: it was a perfect night, which ended up being one of those amazing ones where the most unexpected people mingled, and everyone had a fantastic time.
I took a few pictures for Steph and Joel, mucking around with Polaroid/digital combos, which is something I’d like to work with more often. I feel ok about my pics, but various people [Pete, Meesh] were right, wedding shots are really hard not to over-analyse.
The other amazing thing about the wedding weekend was getting to catch up with Vincent. I think it’s pretty clear who’s his favourite. Who kept him quiet the whole way to the coast? Me. Who made him laugh in the mornings? Me. Who did he fall asleep on for hours at a time? Me. If he wants to move in, he can.
It’s amazing how quickly babies change. In the space of three days he stopped punching himself in the face and realised he could put his hand in his mouth and he definitely started being receptive to more people. And apparently he’s only going to get cuter:
There’s also something pretty special about a grandson and his Grumps.
There have been more gigs and events as well, including Jandek, at the Gaelic Club, which I reviewed for yourGigs. I’m still not convinced he exists. I think I reviewed an apparition.
A very special gig this week was by and for, Miss Jadey O’Regan, who, besides being a very talented musician, is also, I think you’ll agree, the most adorable person on the face of the Earth. I wanted to put her in my backpack. Jadey’s not had the greatest kickoff to 2010, and seeing as though she had to be down here to record with The Cuban Heels anyways, the lovely trio of Lucy, Meegs and Fiona put on another of their backyard gigs to cheer Jadey up. Below you can see part of The Cuban Heels, with Jadey on keys and a very special guest, Mr Perry Keyes, who lent a hand with some vocals and baby wrangling.
The person below may or may not be named Andy and he may or may not have offered me cash to delete photos of his ukulele improv. I think it’s a nice photo, with some arty aperture going on, so I ignored him.
Other than that, I am still absolutely obsessed with taking photos out my windows. At the sound of a plane, I’m usually found running to hang out my nearest window.