Free Ruby

Our dog, Ruby, has just recently been freed from her ‘prison’ after a mishap six weeks ago that ended in yet another very expensive down payment for our vet’s latest model BMW parked in the opulent driveway at vet headquarters.

When I say mishap, I’m referring to our son’s inability to listen to instructions and not put the dog on his rather high bed lest she decide she is going to launch herself off to investigate something important like the opening of a cheese wrapper somewhere in the house.  I had been told by the vet that the cruciate ligaments in her back knees were weak so everyone in the house was on notice.

As Ruby had never been confined before it was a test of endurance to see who would cave first.  I’m ashamed to say it wasn’t me this time as I held my ground against the pitiful howls and accusing eyes until the fourth week when we bought a bigger cage for her to wander in and a pram for her to get out and about in and she forgave me.

My husband wasn’t keen on the idea of a doggie pram but as long as I pushed it he was good to go.  The merits of a cute white dog riding in a pram cannot be understated, however, as women gravitated in our general direction wherever we went, so he settled in comfortably after a while and demonstrated his pram-pushing skills around the local park.

It’s been a long six weeks and I’ve been told by the vet that she will need monitoring and rehabilitation for the following three months.  I’m pretty sure I’m in the wrong profession.

My son has been given the full counsel but I think he’s learned his lesson as he gets to mow the lawn for free for the next twelve months to make up for it.  If he’s really lucky he might even get to wheel Ruby around in her pram.


Droning On

I recently became the proud owner of a new drone.  One of the more upmarket drones to complement my photography and take some half-decent shots of the coastlines in this country from a different perspective.

My husband shook his head at the price and mentioned something about me having the navigational skills of a wood duck in regards to actually becoming an accomplished drone pilot but I dug my heels in and learned as much as I could on You Tube about my particular model drone, the do’s and don’ts and the finer points of drone flying once you get over first-flight phobia and are on your way to becoming a semi-seasoned pro.

For my first flight I took it down to the local recreational reserve.  There are an abundance of coastal areas in my neighbourhood so it was just a matter of looking at the map, determining whether I was actually allowed to fly there with my app and getting to the ‘launch site’ at a favourable light hour.  I took a friend along with me who knew a thing or two about drone flying for moral support so I was feeling particularly brave.

I had it started up and hovering 120 metres over Moreton Bay before my friend informed me that I must be feeling pretty confident because neither he nor his friends took their drones out over the water their first times and just flew them around various parks low and slow to get used to moving them around.  I decided my next time out would, in fact, be at the local park down the road.  My illustrious shots of gorgeous coastlines from 120 metres up could wait until my brain caught up with what my fingers were actually doing with the remote control.  No doubt the back-to-home button has saved me on a few occasions in the meantime.

I’ve encountered a few people who are keen to let me know that they don’t like drones much and I’m infringing on their privacy and I’ve become equally as keen to quote them the rules, app allowances and tell them to go back 30 metres to where they came from originally to a safe distance before they infringed on my privacy.  It seems to work for the most part and I get left alone.  The remainder of the time I get a lot of questions about drones from other droners or would-be droners which makes me feel a little important even if I don’t know what I’m doing half the time.

Right now I’m slowly working it out and getting some half-decent drone shots of some coastline but I’m keen to explore more possibilities and angles of drone photography.  My husband is not holding his breath on me making a living out of drone photography and he is hiding all the cards just in case I find something else to add to my collection of cameras, studio equipment and drone paraphernalia in the near future.