Yet another Sunday and another unusual social outing. This time organised by SueZ. We’ve not had a good run with our Sunday outings, it’s always something interesting and new.
Last night was, in my opinion, a great night. We were drawn to this night due to SueZ’s neighbour, Bernie, being part of the group. I stress it is my opinion because David and Denise didn’t love it. In fact David wanted to leave pretty much right away. But I loved it.
What’s not to love when an eclectic bunch of people gather together on a stage to have fun. All brought together through their love of, for most an unusual instrument, the ukelele.
The Melbourne Ukelele Kollective, or MUK for short, wrapped up their September residence at The Cornish Arms Hotel in Brunswick last night in a splendid manner. They began as a small group of players in 2004 and these days count as many as 20-30 people on stage during an event.
As the photos and videos that follow may attest, these guys and gals have a great time on the stage, entertaining the pub crowd and themselves. I just love watching people enjoy themselves, doing something they love and sharing ti with others. The sort of passion they display is infections and you have no choice but to leave the venue with a spring in your step.
Do yourself a favour and get along and see them when you can. Ignore the fact that David didn’t like them and go with an open mind and open ears, you’ll love it.
Check out the Melbourne Ukelele Kollective website for gig dates.
They even had an audience participation section when they played “Nutbush City Limits” folks got up and joined in doing the Madison.
Young at heart and full of vigour, Kathryn Potempski celebrates her birthday today.
I met Kathryn a few years back at a gallery exhibition opening I attended with my friend Sue. Kathryn was the crazy lady asking strangers if she could take their photos. She has an enigmatic way about her, able to blend with people from all walks of life. I remember seeing Kathryn’s photos on display that night and thinking how amazing they were. Only to find out a short time later that she had only picked up a camera and discovered her passion for photography in recent years.
When I mention that Kathryn was asking strangers to take their photo she really does it with ease. I remember having coffee with her after the opening and we were talking about the bone structure of a girl sitting at another table. When the young lady notices our glances Kathryn promptly calls out “Don’t worry, we’re not weird, we just think you have an amazing face for photography.” And that’s how she is.
Everything is approached at light speed and with gusto. Kathryn is a self-starter and in the short time I have known her we have become fast friends and I’m glad to say a little bit of her nature has rubbed off on me.
While I’m still not quite up to asking complete strangers to take their photos I am more confident in directing a shoot. I’ve always been pretty clued up on the technical aspects but actually talking to a model, or a subject of a photo, not so much. I treated everything like a snap shot. I was, and still am at times, the type of photographer who captures a moment. While Kathryn also does this she also knows that a good picture isn’t just taken, it’s made. She’ll get up early to get the perfect sunrise and wait patiently for the moment she’s chasing to come her way.
This post is to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Kathryn. She’s leaving me un-returnable messages about me missing her birthday. But it’s today and I’ve tried to call. Left messages on facebook. She’s tough to track down at times.
I’m thankful that Kathryn is in my life. There are times it seems like she always has been, that’s how comfortable our friendship is. So Kathryn, if you read this, thanks for being a great friend. Happy birthday and here’s to the many, many, many, many more years that are ahead of you.
Below are some photos of Kathryn on set with a model we shot last year. The model is Kabel and coincedently he shares his birthday with Ms Kathryn. They clicked like a hen and chick.
This year our friends’ Easter just happened to fall the same time as the gazetted Christian Easter and they were having an Easter Sunday lunch and we luckily got an invite.
We made the trip to Craigieburn and had a thoroughly good time. We took the doggins along to meet Lana and Sue’s mum. I think their mum would like a puppy. She was quite taken with the dogs.
Before we lunch we did a traditional egg fight. Each person selects and egg from the basket and when they have the egg they think is a winner they whack it, point to point, against someone else’s egg. If your egg breaks you have to hand your egg over to the victor who gets to eat them both. I’ve never done this before. For us Easter eggs had always been of the chocolate variety so it was great fun to do.
The eggs were coloured and decorated with elaborate patterns. They looked great.
Lunch was amazing. First course was a chicken noodle soup, followed by lasagne and salad, which I forgot to photograph. And as if I weren’t full enough along came a roast pork with baked apples, roast potatoes, roast pumpkin, bread and the smoothest apple sauce for a third course. These ladies can cook up a storm I tell you. I always feel quite privileged to indulge in their culinary endeavours.
After a short break to go outside with the doggins and let the massive amounts of food shift a little, we adjourned to the lounge where we all felt like unbuttoning our pants and letting our food-full bellies out.
We followed this short break up with Trifle, Custard and Apple Pie. A divine ending to an amazing meal. Not sure how I fit desert in, but you know how it is, there is another stomach in there somewhere for sweets, that’s what my nan always said.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a kind of stupor, almost a food coma. There was much patting of the puppies and much joyous chatter. I love my friends and am grateful to have them in my life.
Oh yeah, we also had a little fun at Lana’s expense. She doesn’t love the word delicious. And when you respond that way to her food she gives you a look you don’t want to see. This stems from someone she no longer likes favouring the word as the only description he had for food. So as a way of desensitizing Lana we made a little postcard for her for when had finished our meals and to show our gratitude for a wonderful meal.