I have posted this one before, bit some time ago and it tickles my fancy every time I I look at it. It was taken in 1952, when I as a budding photographer went on a holiday to kangaroo Island - a great little holiday spot off the coast of south Australia.
KI as it is affectionately known by locals is a hidden gem, largely untouched by the tourist horde, but still known and treasured by many as the spot to visit if you want a relaxed, informative holiday with great beaches, fabulous wildlife, excellent walking trails, special gourmet food experiences and stunning scenery.
Am I on their payroll? No, it is just a wonderful place to visit and I have featured it a number of times on my blog.
Anyhow, when we were touring in 1952, the bus broke down and this obnoxious little learner photographer snapped this scene with her trusty Box Brownie(which I still have). Talk about too many cooks and that broth!!
Being not only an obnoxious 12 year old, but also vain (as only a pre-adolescent can be), I always thought I looked pretty gorgeous in this shot taken by one of the boys, son of the owners at the seaside hotel at which we stayed on KI. (Bernie was his name - my first foray into unrequited love).The poor dupe is my younger brother.
But I digress - pleasantly because at the grand old age of 75, I look back at those memories with fondness.
Liz Needle - linking with "Sepia Saturday".