Moment Capturer's Anonymous

Maslin's Beach. Not the nuddy bit

I have a sickness. One cannot put a camera in my hand for one minute without me snapping something. Anything. Everything. I am obsessed with capturing every. single. moment. You know, just in case I kill all my braincells in a single bender and forget everything I did. I need help.

Some say this condition prevents one from enjoying the moment, but at least I have photographic evidence of the moment, even if I am fart-arsing around with focus and composition.

I took about 300 shots when we drove back to Adelaide for Chrissy (to visit the in-laws/out-laws). 300 shots in 5 days.

We Three Kings of Glenelg, are...

We had a brill Chrissie - spent Christmas Eve wine-tasting in Maclaren Vale and frolicking in the ocean at Maslins Beach. Maslins is apparently v. famous as get-your-kit-off-and-prance-around-in-your-nuddy-wares, but we didn't go quite that far. Matt did go for a "jog" up there (to get some exercise, so he reckons) and all he saw were gravity-challenged Greek men prancing (though not holding hands, much to my disappointment).

Sun and alcohol never were a good match for Kinki

Christmas Day we had to wait until 11am to open pressies. 11am??? Would have been blasphemous in my family, being a bunch of early-rising sickos, but we had to wait for McG's Nanna Joyce to get out of bed, finish smoking her pack of ciggies and pop in the shower before we could pick her up. Good. Old. Nanna.

Christmas Lunch was at Husband's Brother's Fiancee's Folks place - got soused on champers and Cooper's Vintage Ale, doused in the pool and much to my excitement, Jude broke out her new pressie - Playstation karaoke Singstar. Oh. My. God. Was I in drunken heaven or what???? Spent the arvo going to head-to-head with Husband in Singstar battle mode and polishing off several large helpings of homemade chrissie pudding (made with a few bottles of brandy), brandy butter and brandy cream. Lordy. No wonder I managed to pass out around 7pm and not rouse til the next morning. And stack on 10kgs overnight.

On Boxing Day we took the car over to Kangaroo Island, one helluva unique place. We saw quite a bit of wildlife, most of it roadkill, but I fit in sightings of a few kangaroos, fairy penguins, New Zealand Fur Seals...

"Dud ya put ma fush in the chulli-bun?""

...and a strange-lookin' super-hero, Cape YoungHusband, unique to grottos around Cape YoungHusband on the south coast of K.I...

A rare sighting of the indigenous Cape YoungHusband

The only shot I didn't get, which would have been priceless, was my saving an echidna from becoming roadkill (seems Husband is not similarly afflicted with capturing the moment)...

We were driving back to our B&B from Penneshaw around 10pm, when McG spotted a fat little echidna stepping onto the highway. He braked about 2 metres from it, and I got out and tried to shoo it back into the bush. The interaction went something like this:

Kinki: Go-orn! Git! Git then!
Echidna: [grunt. waddles a couple of feet]
Kinki: GO-ORN!
Echidna: [grunt. waddles a couple of more feet]
Kinki: GO-ORN![waddles behind it until it scampers into the bush]

It did finally disappear into the scrub, no doubt to become roadkill for another lucky camper. Never been so close to those funky creatures, though - very special and highlight of the trip.

Penneshaw shows us her pink bits

Not so great was watching footage of the Tsunami on the ferry back to Cape Jervis, particularly worrying about our buds Kat and Daz, who were getting marriaged in Thailand over New Year's. Thankfully they are OK! I will never complain about bad weather ever ever again. I swear.

More photos of Kangaroo Island (from 200 photos down to a mere 21!)
More photos of Christmas in Adelaide