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January 1, 2013 – A new year!

January 1

It’s New Years Day. A brand new year.

A chance to start all over again, metaphorically.

And with that brand new year, as with last January, comes another Photo A Day project. However, this year I am going to try and do it for 365 days. That’s a pretty tall order from a girl with 4 young kids, a girl that’s trying to start up her own business and study and raise a family. And yet I feel surprisingly up to the challenge.

I may miss a day here and there, and if I do then please don’t make me feel bad. I might not always blog about the photo, and that’s okay too. It’s not like I need to put myself under more pressure than I’m already under in my normal day to day living. But I am going to at least try to post one photo a day. And, hopefully, I will see my photos improve with each passing day, as well as capture the life that we lead in all it’s glorious (and not so glorious) moments.

So please enjoy my newest photographic journey and, if you get sick of it, you can always hide it from your news feed. Either way, this is more for me than it is for you.

And so, here is my first photo of the day for 2013.

A simple day out, an impromptu visit after a last minute suggestion from friends, to the Broadwater Parklands here on the Gold Coast. Whilst the girls played in the rockpools, Julian took Patrick over to the grassy area and played cricket. Now, Paddy is only 3 years old but he loves cricket. He plays it morning and night, both inside and out, rain or shine. And, whilst he’s pretty talented with a bat, he is fast learning how to bowl.

He may not be the next Shane Warne (unless he learns how to text as well as he knows how to bowl) or Sir Don, but this I know for sure – he will be the first Patrick Thompson. Either way, I know now that he’s going to be successful at some sort of sport. I think it’s in his blood. And as long as he can support his loving and devoted mum and dad in their old age, that’s all that counts.

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