There’s no denying it: I have become somewhat rusty when it comes to taking photos of things other than knitted objects or cats (generally this happens at the same time as my cats are both convinced that any photo without a feline presence is a waste of a camera). The only way to fix this is to practise. A lot.
With this need for practice in mind, I made space for my camera when packing for my post-Christmas trip to visit my parents in Beechworth. There’s always something to photograph there, including another cat, although you might not believe me on that last point, given I haven’t included a single photo of said cat below. It was fun to be back to my normal self, aka the weirdo with the camera who is likely to take a photo of you opening the fridge to look for sparkling apple juice. I didn’t actually do that, but I might have; it’s a risk you run when you’re near me. And a fridge.
Without further ado, I present you with a set of pictorial postcards from Beechworth this Christmas.