Welcome to Life Images by Jill

LIFE IMAGES BY JILL............."Stepping into the light" and bringing together the stories and images of our world........
Through my writing and photography I seek to preserve images and memories of the beautiful world in which we live and the people in it.


Welcome to Life Images by Jill.........
I am a Freelance Journalist and Photographer based in Bunbury, Western Australia. My published work specialises in Western Australian travel articles and stories about inspiring everyday people. I have a day job, but my passion is photography, writing, travel, wildflower and food photography. For now my day job supports me until I can pursue my passions full time.
I am a member of South Side Quills in Bunbury, the Fellowship of Australian Writers Western Australia, Photography Group of Bunbury and the Western Australian Photographic Federation.

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Monday, 15 December 2014

The Ghosts of Christmas Past

And so it is only just over a week and a bit to Christmas. Our last "homework" for our writer's group was to write a memory from Christmas.  And this is what came to me..... I thought I would share it with you.

The Ghosts of Christmas Past

Christmas only comes but once a year
It brings with it joys and tears

As I go through the motions of gift buying, decorations
And planning menus
I am thinking of those who will be missing from my table  for the first time this year

They are the ghosts of Christmas past

 My father hanging Christmas lights in the pine trees at our front gate
The carol singers under our corner street light

I lay in bed wondering how Father Christmas could possibly come down
our kitchen chimney and through the little doors at the front of our Metters Stove.
But he did – because the carrots and cake were gone in the morning.

The excitement of seeing my new big doll Lucy under the Christmas tree

My mother dishing up the Christmas pudding with the threepences hidden inside
Her Christmas carols that filled the house.

The long Christmas table at my Aunts
With aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents
And silly hats

 Summer heat and laughter,
Playing under the sprinkler on the back lawn,
And laying on the cool passage lino with a new book

The simple pleasure of humid summer evenings on the back lawn
     looking up at the stars.

As I hang the special Christmas baubles on my tree
And light the candle of remembrance
I look into the eyes of my grandchildren
And I see the ghosts of Christmas past

 Jill Harrison
2 December 2014

These special glass baubles came from a Christmas tree at a memorial service I went to last week with my friend, for people who had lost someone this year. The one on the left is the one for my Dad this year. The one of the left is for my Mum two years ago.

The family photo above was taken in 1961 when I was six with some of my aunts, uncles, cousins... I am in the front row with my cousin David who is closest to me in age. That is my Mum on the right front, my Dad in the suit at the back right with my sister in front of him.

Below is my my sister and me ready to go to my grown-up cousin's wedding. That's me in front - do you like my frilly dress and the curls? I don't have curls naturally. I remember going to bed with curlers in my hair.  The middle photo is of me playing "dress-ups" with my big doll Lucy (mentioned in the poem above). And the last one is in 1959 when I was four. I can distinctly remember this. I didn't want to sit on this man's knee. I don't know if you can tell I am trying to pull my hand away. 

This is the house where I grew up.  The first image would possibly be in the early 1950s not long after they moved in. You can see the pine trees by the front gate are very small. They grew huge, and Dad used to string Christmas lights on them. You can also see our chimney that Father Christmas had to come down! Our house was on a corner, where there was a street light. Every Christmas the Salvation Army would go around our area singing Christmas Carols and they always stopped under our street light and sang a few carols. It was so lovely. 

The second photo is in the early 1970s just before we moved house. Dad had the pine trees cut down at some stage. I guess they got way too big. 

Last weekend we went to Lava Glass on the waterfront in Bunbury. They make and sell beautiful glass artwork from various Western Australian glass artists. You can have your hands imprinted in silica sand into which glass is melted to create a piece of wall art as a lasting memento of a moment in time.  It was our son and daughter-in-laws tenth wedding anniversary in September and we bought this for them as a gift. They are creating their own memories. I will write about Lava Art Glass Studio and Gallery in a future post.  In the meantime you can find out more about them by clicking here - Lava Art Glass

What are your special memories of Christmas past? Perhaps you would like to tell us about them in your comments.

How devastating today to hear about the deaths of two innocent people in Sydney by the hand of a terrorist in a hostage situation. I cry and pray for them and their families. And for the three children who will be without their mother this Christmas.

I found this beautiful song from Enya today to share with you. It's a reminder for me, especially this year....

The Spirit of Christmas Past.....
When tears are in your eyes, it's time to look inside, your heart can find another way
Believe in what I say, don't throw this time away,
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day, Christmas Day

So, let the shadows go, and drift away like snow,
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day, tomorrow will be Christmas Day

So dream until the night becomes the morning light
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day, tomorrow will be Christmas Day.

You can hear the music track by clicking here (skip the advert) -   The Spirit of Christmas Past

Thanks for stopping by. I value your comments and look forward to hearing from you. Have a wonderful week.

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Monday, 8 December 2014

Belonging and choosing happiness

It's December and things are winding down towards the end of year and Christmas, or is it winding up as we plan our Christmas festivities?

For us in Australia at least, this time of year brings with it the end of the school year, summer holidays and the closing of groups we belong to for the year. I belong to three groups: a writing group (once a month), photography group (once a month) and a dance group (once a week). I will miss these people, my friends through shared interests, over the break till we meet again in January or February next year. 

Sol-y-Sombra Spanish Dance Company
 It got me to thinking about how belonging to a group can be so important to our well being, both inside and out - whether it be a creative or physical activity, travelling with like minded people, or just sitting and talking - it is the belonging, sharing and being appreciated for the individuals we are.  For some people belonging to a group may be the only contact they have with the outside world. I wonder what do these people do when groups close up at the end of the year?

I know from my own point of view the members of the groups I belong to have really helped me through low points in my life, like the passing of my darling Dad a couple of months ago. The groups have helped me focus on other things. These people are separate to my family, so in some ways were able to help me in a way my own family could not. Just by being there and showing me that life will continue on and be enjoyed. To listen and to be there with a hug that was not tied up with my own families' grief. The people in these groups are really my family too. And perhaps I have shared with them tears and words that I have not shared with my biological family.

 So this post is dedicated to the groups I belong to. But of course, none of this would be possible without the unconditional love and support of my family.I thank them with all my heart. Without them I would be lost. 

My dear fellow members from South Side Quills writers group - thank you. You have perhaps seen and heard me at my most raw through my written words...
That's me second from the right....

The inspiring photographers at the Photography Group of Bunbury. You inspire me to look and see and be more creative with my photography.  Below are my awarded images this past year. I was given an "highly commended" for the black and white steps you can see in the middle of the images below here at the end of year.(unfortunately the process of putting them in a collage has cropped the images)

 The amazing dancers at Sol-y-Sombra Spanish Dance Company and School of Dance. Thank you so much Nicole and all the ladies and gent for your patience and encouragement. Flamenco is not easy to learn, but it is fun! Don't they look fantastic in these bright costumes.

And to my wonderful "ladies who lunch", a small group of friends who meet every week for lunch - we have been through a lot together over the last 16 years or so.  It doesn't matter where we meet - it is not the restaurant that matters - but the conversation and the sharing. We say it is "cheaper than therapy"!

Also thank you to Denise from lovely Lyndendale Gallery for your encouragement, for hosting my photography workshops this year, and introducing me to a wonderful group of creative people. 

And also to Eileen, my friend who I met through Sol-y-Sombra - you saved me with a hug and a bar of chocolate when I most needed it when I was creating my invitational floral art piece for the Floral Designer's Club exhibition "Blooming Art" - when my Dad was in hospital. Thank you.

Do you belong to a group and what do they mean to you? Perhaps you might like to share in the comments.

Perhaps you too can think about those people who do not belong to a group, or don't have family close by, or whose family situation has changed this past year, or for whom Christmas may be looked on with dread as they think about those they have lost, or indeed it stretches before them as a lonely space.

At times it can be very easy for me to wallow and be maudlin but this Christmas I am going to pledge to myself to "choose happiness" - not only for my sake, but for the sake of my family. For we have much to be grateful for. 

We have put up our Christmas lights - I still have to do the tree.  I wait till my Grandson has had his birthday which was yesterday 7th December. 8 years old already! I can hardly believe it.

One of my lunching ladies gave me an article from www.marcandalngle.com the other day. This is a summary.....

10 ways to choose happiness -

Choose to be the very best you can
Choose to be around the right people
Choose to focus on what you have, not what you haven't
Choose a good attitude
Choose to smile more often
Choose to take care of your body
Choose honesty
Choose to help others when you're able
Choose to let go when you know you should
Choose to embrace the next step in your life

You are the only one who can create your happiness. Love who you are inside out. The choice is yours. Choose happiness.

Thanks for stopping by. I value your comments and look forward to hearing from you. Have a wonderful week.

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Monday, 1 December 2014

A walk through Ambergate Reserve, Busselton, Western Australia

In late October we visited with new friends who we had met at Mt Augustus in the Pilbara during our July tripThey only live about 45 minutes south of us.  I had been wanting to visited Ambergate Reserve at Busselton and they were happy to come along for the bush walk. It was spring time and the area was ablaze with wildflowers along the four kilometre bush trail. I wonder if they realised what they were putting themselves in for  - it was spring, the wildflowers were fantastic,and I had my camera with me!

pea flower growing over grass tree

Only 9km from Busselton, Ambergate Reserve is a 75 hectare remnant of the southern Swan coastal plain woodland, much of which is now cleared.  The Reserve contains a wide variety of vegetation types and includes both natural and artificial wetland area. The woodlands are a mixture of banksia, jarrah and marri trees and over 360 plant species. In 1987 the Shire of Busselton appointed the Busselton Naturalists Club as managers of the Ambergate Reserve.


Located on the four corners of the Queen Elizabeth Avenue and Doyle Road crossroads, the 4km walk trail commences at an information shelter at the carpark where you can pick up a brochure. Visitors are asked to walk through a "boot bath" before starting the walk. This prevents the spread of jarrah dieback fungus.  Each of the four sections can be walked individually. Identification plaques along the way will help you with some plant identification. After our walk we had a picnic near the carpark, but if you intend to do this please bring your own chairs as there are no picnic facilities.

The Ambergate area was one of the Group Settlement Scheme areas during the 1920s, and named Ambergate by the early settlers.

There are a huge variety of wildflower species in this small patch of bushland, some of which you can see below .....

One of the creeping pea flowers -

Almost "fluro" green kangaroos paws. There are a number of different varieties of kangaroo paws, all different colours, but I had never seen one quite this colour before. Really stunning.

Pixie mops

One of the Coneflower varieties

One of the spider orchid family.

There are textures too.... grass tree - the red in the bottom corner is the inside of a grass tree. Just above it is the Semaphore Sedge.

Our friend showed us how as children they used to "pop" these seed heads....a bit like popping corn....
It was wonderful to go to Ambergate with our new friends for a few hours of wildflower bliss (for me at least) and catching up over our picnic afterwards. Thanks guys for your extreme patience!

Thanks for stopping by. I hope you have enjoyed this little walk through Ambergate. If you live in the south west you should visit next spring.  Just be careful of snakes....although we didn't see any, they do live in this bush area.

I value your comments and look forward to hearing from you. Have a wonderful week.

Common Milkwort
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Monday, 24 November 2014

Hello sunshine yellow and lemony delights

Yellow is such a happy colour don't you think?  I love it when the yellow daisies start to flower in my front garden.

 To me yellow is also the colour that says summer. In Australia spring is on the wane and summer is moving in. My front garden is starting to put on its brilliant summer display -  red Coral Bush, purple/blue Agapanthus, yellow daisies, green kangaroo paws, pink hydrangers, roses, and sprawling nasturtiums. Someone called Agapanthus "Aggie's Pants" the other day - I love that.

 In our back garden the grapes are starting to form, and we have put bags over the apricots on our apricot tree. We had an awful problem with fruit fly last year, due to changes to permittable chemical spray laws, and we had to throw away our whole crop due to fruit fly. "Natural" methods did not work for us at all. So we bought these fruit fly protection bags on the internet, and will see how we go this year. Down in the RHcorner you can see my honeysuckle - oh my the perfume is so sweet and delicious. I have a vase of it in my kitchen where I can smell it as I work.

There always seems to be at least a few lemons on our lemon tree, so the other day I made lemon butter, you might know it as lemon curd - so delicious spread on scones or bread. Some of our lemons are huge.

Here you can see the ingredients for the lemon butter - lemons, sugar, butter and eggs. My problem with the recipe is - how much is juice of three lemons? The amount of lemon juice will really determine the thickness of your lemon butter. 

Here is the recipe I use, taken from The CWA (Country Women's Association) Cookery Book - this recipe book has been a standard for Australian women since it was first published in 1936. It is still in print today. 

Lemon butter
500 grams (1lb) sugar, 250 grams (1/2 lb) butter, 4 eggs, juice of 3 lemons.
Grate rind of lemons and mix with juice and other ingredients in a jug or bowl. Stand over boiling water on stove. Stir until consistency of honey, but do not allow to boil. 
This took me about 1/2 hour. Bottle immediately. Makes about 3 jars. Store in the fridge. 

My lemons are very large and I thought the consistency should have been thicker.

Perfect on scones for morning or afternoon tea on the patio - or just spread on bread!

I also made these lemon puddings. What a lovely summer dessert they are. I found this recipe in a Coles supermarket June 2013 magazine.

Lemon custard puddings - makes 4
3 large eggs separated, 2/3 cup caster/superfine sugar, 2 teaspn grated lemon zest, 2 tblspn plain flour, 1 cup full-cream milk, 1/4 cup lemon juice, pinch salt, 2 tblspn flaked almonds toasted & coarsely crumbled (although I think you can omit the almonds) 

Heat oven to 180C or 160C fan forced.
Coat four 1-cup ramekins with butter. In a bowl whisk the egg yolks, sugar and zest until cream and pale yellow. Whisk in the flour and then the milk and lemon juice.
In a separate bowl whisk the egg whites for 2 minutes or until foamy. Add salt, increase speed to medium-high and beat for about 30 seconds or until soft peaks form. 
Gently fold the egg whites into the lemon batter. Fold in the almonds. The batter should be airy and loose. Divide batter equally between the ramekins. 
Place the ramekins in a baking dish lined with paper towell (this stops them moving about). Add enough boiling water to the baking dish to come halfway up the sides of the ramekins. Bake puddings for about 25 minutes, or until golden brown on top.
Carefully remove from baking dish and set aside to cool for 2 minutes.
Dust with icing sugar to serve.

And here are some delicious lemon tarts (I didn't make the one on the right).... and of course there is always lemon meringue pie - our family favourite

I have just been asked for the recipe for these lemon tarts. It is from Tartelette - do you know her food blog? Devine. She has used gluten free pastry whereas I just used a short crust pastry. Here is the link - Tartelette-lemon-tarts

We are moving into the time for stone fruit - peaches, plums, apricots, nectarines - my absolutely most favourite time of year.  I'm looking forward to making again this simple dessert - peaches with honey and nutmeg - but that's a story for another time.

So there you have it - yellow!
And I am reminded there is much to be thankful for.  I wish happy Thanksgiving for those of you in America who are celebrating this week with family and friends. 

 Do you have a lemon tree in your garden? What is your favourite lemon dessert? Please tell us in your comments.

Thank you for stopping by. I value your comments and look forward to hearing from you. Have a wonderful week.

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Monday, 17 November 2014

Walking down memory lane

This is not what I was originally going to blog about today. But it was my birthday on Saturday and my sister sent me the most amazing gift, hand made by her. She makes beautiful greeting cards - they are works of art. Her gift came in a hand made and decorated box, a piece of art itself. Inside was the most beautiful book, which folded out as it opened, with pages decorated around photos of us as children, and adults with our Mum and Dad.  I will treasure this very special gift.

Can you see the message: "Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters".

We have lost both our parents in the last two years, and this year was my first birthday without either of my parents. It felt strange to be without them on my birthday. I would normally be inviting them to our home for my birthday dinner. My family came for dinner, and we had a lovely evening, but I really missed my Dad on Saturday. I felt I part of me was missing.  My sister's gift brought a tear to my eye.

I'm the small blond one..... oh how I hated this short cut off hair style. I so wanted long plats like my school friend.  These photos show me from left to right clockwise, me at age 3 in 1958 at a wedding, on summer holiday 1958 with our Mum at Safety Bay south of Perth, at Dunsborough with my sister summer holidays January 1961 the year I started school (our bather's had shirred fronts. Mine was blue, and my sister's was green), and with our Dad in our backyard before going to church, possibly 1960.

Safety Bay summer holidays ??.... with that wind and those jumpers we are wearing it doesn't look too summery!

Safety Bay November 1958

 Along the same theme as memories, last week I attended the book launch of "Reflections". A beautiful book of poems, prose and memories by my friend Jo Robertson with lino cut prints by her daughter Merry Robertson. It is a beautiful collaborative work with Merry's prints illustrating some of Jo's writings from the last 40 years. The book launch brought together a lovely group of people for morning tea at the South West Women's Health & Information Centre. Proceeds from book sales on the day went to the Centre.  I am privileged to know Jo through the South Side Quills, of which I am a member with Jo. As well as being a friend and fellow writer, Jo generously mentors all the writers in the group.

I was thrilled that one of Jo's poems published in the book -"Test Match, on seeing a photograph, Abandoned Cricket Pitch, Mallee Country" - was written by Jo after seeing a photograph I had taken of an abandoned cricket pitch at Dundas south of Norseman. You can see that image and read about Dundas by clicking here - Discover Gold at Dundas 

The image below shows Jo reading from her book, and Merry talking about lino cut art. You can see more of Merry's work by going to her website by clicking here - Merry Robertson  and here - Jump Marketing

Last month our homework for our writing group was to write a short Memoir.  Here is mine - Memoir from the Marj.  The iconic His Majesty's Theatre in Perth, or the Maj as it is affectionately known, is the only remaining working Edwardian theatre in Australia and is home to WA Opera. You can click on the link here to see more - His Majesty's Theatre

MEMOIR FROM THE MAJ                        
A little girl in a frilly dress sits on the edge of her plush red upholstered seat in the middle of the front row of the theatre. She is so excited she can hardly sit still. Over the railing she can see into the orchestra pit where the musicians are tuning their instruments. She points a pink lace gloved finger, “Look Daddy, can you see them?”  “Yes, hush, it will be starting soon.” She is fascinated by the elegant lady with the violin who has just looked up at her and smiled and the man with the big drum.

The lights dim and a quiet descends over the audience. The conductor raises his baton. The heavy curtains roll aside and she is transported into the ragged tumbled foreign world of Oliver, the cocky Artful Dodger, the scheming Fagin and poor Nancy.

She is so close to the stage she feels like she could reach out to them and be lifted onto the revolving stage that miraculously turns and changes from scene to scene. The actors look directly at her and smile. She feels like they are singing just for her.

* * * * *

I must have been five or six or seven. I wish I had found that theatre programme from Oliver Twist when I packed up my parents’ house. I would dearly love to have it.
I have no idea how my Dad was able to purchase middle front row seats for Oliver Twist at His Majesty's Theatre in Perth. It was a magical introduction to the world of live theatre. What child wouldn’t love seeing live theatre up this close? We went to other shows – The King and I, The sound of Music – and I yearned to be up on that stage with those actors and singers. I played and sang along with the records constantly on our radiogram and knew every word of every song.

My love for live musical theatre continues today but nothing will ever equal that first show, sitting in the front row in my frilly dress with the actors smiling straight at me.

Please sir, can I have some more?

As you can see, I still have these LP records.......

I hope you have enjoyed my little indulgent reminiscing. 
Today is a beautiful sunny day outside - shall I meet you for tea on the porch? 
Friends don't need fancy food. 

Do you have a favourite memory from your childhood? Tell us about it in the comments. 
I wonder what my grandies special memories will be. 

Thanks for stopping by. I value your comments and look forward to hearing from you. Have a wonderful week. 

Concentrating at cricket practice
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