All posts by Batty

I didn’t go out – I swear it’s because I split my face open at footy training and the nurse said not to get it wet. It’s certainly not because I was scared just watching it. Big day, though. Biggest in a while. I had fun photographing it, mostly early this morning. [...]

The Northern Districts Tigers Firsts team made it to the finals this year. It was a muddy old game and I was super jealous I couldn’t play. Serves me right for being no good at AFL, I suppose. Anyway, here’s a bunch of pictures. How good was Ondi’s scoop! If you’re a Tiger and want [...]

I had to go through the Camera Roll on my phone to get some sort of a clue about what has happened this year. It doesn’t feel like it was only a year ago that we welcomed in this one from our backyard. When I think back to it, I have to remember that Asher couldn’t [...]

In just under three weeks, myself and a few others will be embarking on a 225km bike ride – uphill. Starting at Tathra on NSW’s far south coast, we’ll be riding (almost) to the summit of Mt Kosciusko before walking the final 4km. I quite like riding, even riding up hills, but this is a [...]

The other night I realised we have a lot of video footage of River on slides. She seems to like them. Here’s a highlight reel. Until next time, Brendan, Angela, River and Asher [...]

Enjoy. (Although, if it defaults to 240p in YouTube, click the little cog/setting button and pump the res to 720p). And while you’re at it, check out this one too. [...]

One of the worst experiences of our trip around Australia was the night of July 8, 2011. Nothing went right. That morning we’d departed from Seaforth, a small town about 40 minutes north of Mackay. We’d spent a week or so there, visited by Megan and Pete, sharing our time with friends we’d met earlier [...]

Exhibit A… [...]

Here is the first work I ever had published. To date, I have written nothing better. The Ghost Castle Once upon a time there was a big ghost house and a ghost lived in it. No one went near it except me because I could fight ghosts. Some people call me ghost fighter and some [...]

It’s 12:15am, Christmas morning. The 11pm Christmas Eve service of the local Anglican church has just wrapped up and people should be heading home so Santa has time to get all his work done. An excited, yet hushed whispering is spreading through the church hall and the congregation is filing out. A suspiciously large portion [...]