Busting a New Move! Or revisiting an old one?

Portraits are the real deal!

Portraits are the real deal!

For Sure!

Trained as a Graphic Designer my creative history leads me from Newspaper Editorial Design, Brochures and Logos to Wedding Photography, Portraits and Product Photography. Now in my 40’s, a mother of three . I am loving everyday photography and focusing on the little things. Capturing a fleeting mood on the face of a child helps to feed my hunger for capturing the essence of life in my work! My world! I have had so many comments and wonderful encouragement from others in regards to the images I have captured of my own children. I’m now striving to find that fine balance with others children.  I’m eager to grab the essence of others and see how far I can run with it! I’m looking for clients with that same open-minded desire! I have a huge desire to make my photography business grow and be successful and sustainable. A lot of “Mum” photographers make the mistake of starting their business based on the fact they have the gear already and so any contribution to the household income is just a wonderful ego boost. They fail (including myself) to make their business one that can maintain itself. They don’t factor in the costs of upgrading technology, replacing old gear and maintenance on equipment. They never think to pay themselves a wage let alone putting some aside to pay super, tax, gst and so on and so forth. A lot of clients forget that every business needs to factor in these costs and often opt for the cheapest professional on the market. Being a mother of three, I have up until now leant on the gear that I have and believed that hubbies income will be enough. Without flexibility to go back to work to make a wage little amounts that come in through photography every now and then are a treat. But now our children are heading up in the years we need that second income badly so to justify my prices and pay respect to paying myself more than $2.50 an hour I have come up with some packages that suit me and hopefully will suit many happy clients. I also believe that by giving my photos away on disk by the 100’s is not an ultimately happy option. To give you the chance to have your images printed professionally for your wall or coffee table will make you and I feel like we have produced something special. We will have achieved something together. If you spent hundreds even thousands of dollars to have me take your images the last thing you want is to have to go down to your local 9c a pic printer and spend more money for an often inferior product. Not that I don’t give you the option to purchase downloads. But that’s only once we have produced something we can hold in our hands! So stay tuned. My packages will be coming your way shortly! I just have to work through what I want to offer! Keep smiling and wish me luck! Nomewome

Naomi Petrack Photography

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Going places!

Cradle Mountain by Naomi Petrack

Cradle Mountain by Naomi Petrack

 

I have been going through my old photos and moving them to a new drive. I do feel slightly uncomfortable not having print-outs or negatives. I am guessing I am not alone in this feeling. Of course people take so many more photos these days and it would take a room to store mine all printed out by the end of my career… Maybe sooner? But they are my legacy! A visual diary of a life lived! Really interesting for others to study in a 100 years time. My descendants maybe?

Anyhow, I came across this one. I actually sold a version some years back to be used in a brochure! I love it. The girls are tweens now. Time just flies! But it is also relevant to our lives now as we currently pack to travel for a few weeks. Unlike so many other families we know we will be staying in Australia. Probably spending twice as much by doing this but we have some family commitments along the way!

Looking forward to leaving this wet-windy State I’m sorry to say. It hasn’t been an easy winter for the outdoor pursuits with a family in-tow here in Tasmania!

I will be in touch!

Enjoy your October!

Nomewome

Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

On the beach earlier on in the year!

On the beach earlier on in the year!

Appropriate I thought for this weeks photo challenge!

Have a great weekend!

Nomewome

Paradise comes with it’s own costs! OR Midlife Crisis?

I'm like a bird, I want to fly away.....But I know where my home is!

I’m like a bird, I want to fly away…..But I know where my home is!

White Goshawk. Always a friendly face when we see him! Ok Unless we have baby chicks running about! But totally unrelated to the story I’m about to tell!

Now all my blogs have been light hearted and not at all controversial. I’m just a simple lass after all. But as I sit here in my cold house on a wet winters day in August. Trying to keep my toddler warm without costing us a fortune in electricity costs I just feel the need to vent a little.

Please be aware that this is not in anyway meant to upset anyone. It’s all about ME! And I think the beginnings of a midlife -crisis!

About the heating… We installed a heat pump and we were so close to pulling out the wood heater but are so thankful we didn’t as electricity bills have gone up so much in the last few years that this is the third winter we haven’t afforded to put it on. But wood costs to buy too you say. Yes it does. We buy, scrounge off cuts from a mill with all the rehoused refugees and buy a licence each year to cut wood. This is time we could be spending as a family between school and all the other commitments children seem to accumulate as they grow. No we must cut wood. That leads me to renovating….

We have renovated each of the two homes we have lived in over 20 years. (That is we sold one to buy the next). In this house that we have gone into debit further to extend and replace the roof which would have caused the whole house to eventually collapse in years to come due to dodgy illegal renovations 20-30 years before we bought it.. Still hasn’t got a new kitchen. It would be maybe 30-40 years old. We can’t afford to replace it. We will continue to spend our precious time, money as we have it and youth to perfecting our home without outside aide until we are too old and then who knows?

I’m not complaining but setting the scene here. We have not paid for anyone to paint our old house. We have done this ourselves over years. My hubby built our deck. The constant maintenance on an old house is our love as well as looking after the garden and it’s dozen bloody roses bushes! And we are so very grateful to have it mortgaged in our name.

It all takes time. More affluent Australian’s spend their time dining out or going overseas for holidays while a paid gardener/cleaner/painter looks after their assets! But that is their luck. We have luck in other areas of life, being the fact we have 3 of the most beautiful creatures that have ever lived as our children. We give them all we can.

I am reaching 40 now and I can see clearly the sacrifices I have made in the name of the obviously “out-of-date’ Aussie dream of a supportive partner, a job, house and children. (We can’t afford the vet fees to consider the dog!) Plus we stayed in Tassie!  I will have bugger all ‘super’ when I retire. I wonder what that will bring when so many couples choose not to have children? They will live like kings while parents who have grown the next generation of Australian’s will  live like poorpers in a country that pretends to support the needs of middle class Australian’s?????? OR will Super be so taxed that the scarifies they have made NOT to have children wont make them any better off????

Yes we pay for a Catholic Education. We struggle to do what we think is right! Hike up the prices there Mr Priminister and see how you can afford to keep thousands of extra children educated in State schools when the average Aussie’s who pay for schooling can’t push themselves to pay the fees anymore!

As of last year I have a cert III in Education Support. Didn’t realise at the time that there was NO JOBS and after working 1 term in a school have no job security and no paid holidays, no nothing! How can I afford to pay for childcare ‘just incase ‘ a school can afford an Aide for a day here and there????? Hence my hands are totally tied until my youngest goes to school in 2015! Give the schools more money for crying out loud!

There isn’t much opportunity for employment here in Tasmania and while I was bed ridden with my pregnancies my career in graphics slipped away. No temping agencies in Launi! I have tried to reinvent myself half a dozen times and will continue to try until something gives me the flexibility to work and look after a home and nuture a family without setting  my marriage on a path to destruction. Too many paths leading away from home for too long is no good! I don’t want to ever get divorced! I do not want ever for my children to feel I have neglected them!  Is my choice wrong?

But I DO, want to be able to bring in a little bit of money and I want our business to take off in some direction that will keep me interested and make enough from it to give it and me purpose. That would be SUPER FANTASTIC!

I feel time is starting to grow short for me in as far as getting my career underway. I really hope I am wrong!

I don’t remember facts and figures regarding politics and rising debit but I do know all I hear at the moment is negative to my situation! Money needs to be spent to upgrade infrastructure. I worry about medical needs when we are ill. Even with Private Health Insurance??????? What a farce really. Anyway, we wont go there. I don’t take my children to the doctors like I used to as we simply can’t afford to. We make do! Google is a great tool!

This is leading me to mention the local News report on TV last night. It showed a picture of our Premier and the State’s growing unemployment percentages. In 2 years the unemployment rate has jumped by 3%. (Over 8% now!) That’s not including me and others like me trying to scratch something out of working from home. My other siblings have had to move away and have no children to make a good living!

I don’t mind battling I really don’t. It keeps you humble and it’s good for the sole. But only to an extent. Prolonged abuse and I am concerned our health will suffer! My husband works full-time and also he has taken onboard a Masters degree in what can’t be classed as spare time! It is during the night. 2-4 hours in bed a night he gets! Why is he doing this? We both aren’t quite sure yet but maybe it might help somewhere down the track? But we have to do something to maybe help our cause even when the path is unclear! But it is clear only 1 of us can complete uni at a time in this juggle!

I am concerned that the cost of giving our children the same options we had is becoming beyond our reach! I’m worried about where the money will come from. Where have the days gone where a Father’s wage supported the family and the Mother’s meagre earnings were the icing on the cake so that the children could have a week away at the beach in summer? Everything is so much more expensive! Don’t get me started on groceries and how ‘up-with-it’ I have to be with Flybuy tokens to get $20’s off! What….. no not going there!

Made in Tassie and proud. But how much is it worth to stay here? I wont be voting Labor I’m sorry to say. It’s time to see if Liberal can change things for me and don’t give me “It’s all about the global financial crisis”.  I don’t think either party can help. But it’s worth a try? … Maybe? Hey, America was up the shit yesterday almost in collapse. Now their dollar is worth more than ours again and climbing! Are we almost in collapse now? I’m confused?

The bottom line though is as I said, “I’m just a simple middle class  AUSTRALIAN/tasmanian what do I know??” But I do know I live in paradise. I don’t live in a war zone nor have I had to live through a natural disaster. (Though they have occurred here in Tassie in the form of bush fires!) I also have many good people around me. There is also opportunity though limited, there is. AND WE HAVE OUR HEALTH! So why am I complaining? I have just come to the realisation that paradise this may be, but it comes it seems with it’s own costs! ………… or is it midlife crisis?

Have a good weekend

Nomewome

Meander – Meandering!

Meander Falls State Reserve Walks Signage

Meander Falls State Reserve walks signage

We headed off to walk the Split Rock Falls circuit today. We started off fairly late but our book of 100 great walks in Tassie told us it only takes 2 1/2 hours so that should have been do-able even with the lack of daylight hours in winter.

When we arrived at the carpark we discovered a hand written sign to say we must allow another 2 hours return to the trip as there is no longer a bridge over the river but a line of boulders to stop us driving any further. Hmmmmm, not good! Not good at all! The guide book didn’t tell us about this and it had poor maps of the area. Plus the Navman is certainly not cut out for bush trails so we decided just to follow the road up a little further and see what happens.

Oh No the Bridge has gone!

Oh No…. the Bridge has gone!

As it was, gulping and holding our breath as we passed over a very rocky, potholed road in a car made only for sealed cruising, we found another fallen bridge and this signified the start of the track to Mother Cummings Peak. We had traveled quite a way up the foot hills and it was just looming there looking at us from through the trees.

To walk up there would still be too long-a-walk for our family, but the Chasm Falls says 1.5 hours return. Perfect!

Add another half an hour to this I think!

Add another half an hour to this I think!

So we prepared for our walk. Gaters on to stop the leeches and new backpacks for the girls so they can finally carry their own water and snacks. Then we came across another slight obstacle…….. the river.

The River Crossing from the iPhone!

The river crossing from the iPhone!

We wondered if this fungi was dense or hollow?

We wondered if this fungi was dense or hollow?

“I don’t like it” Toddler had good reason to be afraid with Mum and Dad carrying her across the rapid covered rocks. But it was all part of the fun and soon we were all across and heading up the old road to where ever? It didn’t really matter. We were just happy to be out and about!

Track to Smoko Falls

Track to Smoko Falls

After half and hour or so up hill we find old signs to a few different walks. Looks like an exciting cross road but it was 1:45pm and the sun was disappearing rapidly behind the mountains. We played in some snow as we read the sign that Chasm Falls was still an hour return. No good. We would need to add at least another half an hour onto that and then there was the walk back to the car. We would be driving out in the dark. This was not desirable.

Fun in a tiny patch of snow!

Fun in a tiny patch of snow!

So, with the mountains taunting us through the trees we reluctantly turned back and headed down the overgrown road once more.

One of the Peaks taunting us from behind the bushes!

One of the Peaks taunting us from behind the bushes!

We will be back though.We are eager to discover what Meander Falls State Reserve has to offer! It was the only place we found today above the fog. It was a good place to be today!

Fog glorious fog!

Fog glorious fog!

Happy walking and have a flabby week!

Nomewome

Snow and Ice – The Best Bush Walk Ever! – Ben Lomond

I don't like the idea of this Mum! I wouldn't mind it if you took me home now!

I don’t like the idea of this Mum! I wouldn’t mind it if you took me home now!

Two-year-old “I want Mummy!”

Dad “We are just going for a little walk up the mountain not far.”

Two-year-old “No I don’t want to go up. Me want to go home with Mummy!”

Hmmmm was this a good sign or what? (Yes she does speak that well!). With a sigh and no expectations about getting further than a few hundred meters we move on.

Dad had packed all the coats and nibbles in his hiking pack and THIS TIME, 2 year old got her way and got to sit on Dad’s shoulders for 95% of the walk. Rather than sitting in the toddler backpack. The walk took 4.5 hours!

This is where I'm meant to be on a bush walk!

This is where I’m meant to be on a bush walk!

Now the Ben Lomond Carr Villa track is meant to be a 3-4 hours return journey and for others and in summertime it would be just that but our girls decided they hadn’t been ice skating for AGES and as most of the track was ice, they had a lovely time. Skating on the way up. Breaking ice on the way down. And when they weren’t preoccupied with ice (and snow) they were photographing it! Daughter number one actually put Mummy to shame this trip! She was very trigger happy! I am yet to see her shots, but look forward to them.

Amazing crystal formations in the snow here and my camera has run out of memory! Argh!

Amazing crystal formations in the snow here and my camera has run out of memory! Argh!

Look guys a heart shape in the ice!

Look guys a heart shape in the ice!

The first section which takes about half an hour consists of walking on scree through the low shrubs. This of course is unstable underfoot and hence the early realisation that toddler was a bit scared and was better on the shoulders. No convincing someone this stubborn without experience, so Dad resigns to the fact its time to carry her. I’m not much help after surgery in December. I’m not up to carrying anything much other than my camera and rather large lens. So until I’m fit again it’s up to Dad to carry the heavy stuff!

"I want to get down and skate on the ice for a bit Daddy!"

“I want to get down and skate on the ice for a bit Daddy!”

We had a short drink stop at the top of the big opening and then continued to find ice appear on the track as the track started to flattern out. This is when the trip slowed down. We were following the snow pole line which leads up at a distance, past Misery Bluff 1500m.

We then hit a boulder field where the girls were fascinated with the ice crystals in the snow.

Plains of Heaven

Plains of Heaven – following the snow pole line

Amazing how these sturdy highland plants withstand the weight of the ice and snow.

Amazing how these sturdy highland plants withstand the weight of the ice and snow.

Once on the Plains of Heaven we skated ourselves along the flat to the summit pass 1518m and this is where we stopped and had some vegimite sandwiches and a thermos full of tinned spagetti. The sky was so blue. Just a cool breeze and a lot of snow and ice to keep us amused. That was all we needed!

After an icy snowball fight and several damp bottoms from skating accidents it was time to head back down the mountain. The toddler was really into it now and was happy to walk holding our hands for a bit giving “Power Horse”, “Super Dad” a bit of a rest.

Check out this ice guys!

Check out this ice guys!

No hiccups on the way down other than a little reminder to daughter number two that she has to carry her own coat! I wish I could say this was advice accepted with ‘grace’ but it wasn’t to be. Hence Dad with toddler on the shoulders and big girl scooted on ahead while I worked on getting daughter number two down and in a happy mood!

Slipper up hill bit to the pass

Slipper up hill bit to the pass

Time to head back down now. "But we haven't made a snowman yet!"

Time to head back down now. “But we haven’t made a snowman yet!”

All that done we arrived back at the Scout Hut to sleeping two year old and Tim-Tams to share.

Very successful day. But you can never plan for a good day. If it works out that way then it’s when we get lucky! And we got lucky yesterday at Ben Lomond. It was a glorious day with number two admitting it was her favourite bush walk EVER!……. Just on the quiet…….she says that every time! (Very cute!)

Enjoy these crisp, cold, bright, winter days!

Nomewome

3pm and the ice is still stuck hard to the snow pole!

3pm and the ice is still stuck hard to the snow pole!

The Cataract Gorge Reserve – Duck Reach Power Station Circuit and a Toddler Backpack!


Other side of the creek from theDaffodil Walk

Walking from home. What a great autumn day! We haven’t tried this walk for a few years as a family! Certainly not with number 3!

The day started well with lots of skipping and smiling faces. An interesting creature or coloured tree every few steps. I actually let myself be truly happy for a little bit! The big girls are seasoned walkers now but the crazy toddler decided she was a big kid too. Run 20 paces up hill then drop the shoulders and the lip…”Me worned out now!” She exclaimed. Well this went on for a bit until we really had to put her in the carry pack! “Hard work Mumma!”

There was a reasonable climb up over rocks that a shorty girl would have trouble conquering! It would only take 10-15 minutes for the rest of us. Just a short trip in the backpack. There was nothing for it but to get her in there…. But “NO!” was our answer every which-way we explained it. No bribing with milk, no after demonstrations from big sissies! Hahaha! Number two will not be happy I shared! …..

A Heavy Load!

So we strapped her in kicking and screaming hoping that she would ‘Get over it” in a few minutes…..

No! Not today! So the 10-15 minutes was devoid of usual wildlife and really quite disturbing!… Nevermind! Big hugs all round. Mummy to the rescue and then she was off again racing the big girls for a bit. Walking with a stick for a cane and holding it well away from herself when she ran! (Worked that one out herself!), until she was “Bit tired, carry me!”…..

Solution

Stuffed giraffe had the cushy seat! Toddler chose the shoulders with built in head rest! She was also high enough away from Dad’s pockets with leeches onboard! Two big suckers we found!

Pocket Leech!

So after all these dramas we made it down to Duck Reach Power Station and were disappointed with all the blackberry and broken glass down under the bridge. That made it hard to rock-hop. So deciding not to linger we took the main path from Duck Reach to the Gorge, counting down the numbered 2k walk by the signs on the ground every 100 metres. Then back to the Gorge Restaurant for a bucket of hot chips and a run around with the peacocks before we set off home.

All in all the walk took us 3+ hours. It was a lovely day! But next time we have decided to take a proper backpack with some proper supplies other than just water. Fruit!As for the toddler backpack filled with stuffed animals (and Monster High dolls), It has served us well over the past 10 years! But it might be time to hang it up for good!…. But she’s only 2!…. The more you have, it is true what they say… The faster they grow!

Enjoy your week!

Nomewome
You just gotta laugh!

Tessellated Wanderings!

The Tessellated Pavement at Eaglehawk Neck

The Tessellated Pavement at Eaglehawk Neck

The Tessellated Pavement on the Tasman Peninsular is a bit of fun to visit.

It is situated a little north of Eaglehawk Neck. A narrow isthmus which is steeped in convict history. The infamous ‘Dog Line’ was stationed here. This was created for the convicts who managed to escape Port Arthur. It was a line of men with lamps and nasty dogs that were stationed to stop the poor wretches from passing. They must have thought themselves with no hope when looking at the terrain and endless bush to a civilisation many miles away….  Without even comprehending the horrendous dog line!

Thankfully no such thing exists now and the girls enjoyed their experience. This consisted of wading along the wet rocks while gentle waves lapped the rock shelf. It was a wet day, but gorgeous.

There is an abundance of sea life around this area and scuba diving is a big thing. The girls are keen to come back when the weather is warmer and have a snorkel.

Hell-On-Earth for a convict but stunningly beautiful to experience while wrapped in warm dry clothes, with a full belly, adequate transport and One Direction bleeding…. oh I mean blaring in ones ears.

Enjoy your day!

Nomewome

Easter in Port Arthur

The Penitentiary at Port Arthur. I hope they are able to restore it some day.

The Penitentiary at Port Arthur. I hope they are able to restore it some day.

This year as we were heading South for family commitments anyway, we thought it was a good chance to show the family the reason for Tasmania first becoming famous and recognised overseas. A step back in time to Van Diemen’s Land to honour the poor wretched souls sent to this hell-hole on earth. The years between 1833 and 1873.

Laundry house behind the hospital.

Laundry house behind the hospital.

Part of a doorframe.

Part of a doorframe.

Now it is so peaceful. Really beautiful. Hard to believe there was a massacre here only 17 years past…. has it been that long? Tourists were abundant on Sunday. The humble little boat used in the 80’s to ferry people over to The Isle of the Dead when I was there as a child, has been long replaced with a stylish tinted window Catamaran. This also stops at Point Puer. ‘Puer’ being the Latin word for ‘boy’. This is where they kept the boys while they trained/punished them up, to be honest men?????

The Model prison has been renovated into a modern museum now. It includes some stories which I found interesting. The cells don’t look half as creepy with their white-washed walls. But the feeling is still the same. I would think any tourist would find it hard to walk out of that building with a smile on their face. A real place of tortured isolation. Disgusting!

Clock outside the chapel in the Model Prison.

Clock outside the chapel in the Model Prison.

We didn’t participate in the ghost tour this time, but we’re interested in the politics of the time. That is, the reasoning behind the prison and how they seemed to have thought of everything in terms of welfare for the inmates. A shame it was so corrupt and the system abused…. Or was it just a sign of the times and the beliefs that the heirachy of man was a pecking order to be re-enforced??? How did the ‘upper-class’ live with their conscious living right next door to abused men who had made a simple mistake or two that today, would hardly make the community service list?

One of the locks used on the doors to the exercise areas at the Model Prison.

One of the locks used on the doors to the exercise areas at the Model Prison.

But the day was bright though cold. A happy little girl who’s grandfather worked there on the site was passing out her Easter Bunny eggs to the toddlers about the place. She herself only being of about 4.

There were plays at various times of the day at the Penitentiary depicting convict stories that still remain in the archives at Port Arthur and the girls got to make convict bricks with air drying clay and bits of ground up actual convict brick. Bricks that were no longer of any use to the restoration efforts.

An actor sporting a replica hat from the convict days as he re-inacts stories from those awful days.

An actor sporting a replica hat from the convict days as he re-inacts stories from those awful days.

We arrived about 10.30am and were surprised to see the girls last until 5.30pm. A great day was had by all. They were reluctant to leave they were so amazed by something so old!….. remembering how young Australia is.

Climbing the stairs to Government Cottage.

Climbing the stairs to Government Cottage.

Clay brick making at the Accountant's House.

Clay brick making at the Accountant’s House.

Worth the visit.

Happy Easter

Nomewome

Girls at The Church

Girls at The Church