Tag Archive for: Sydney
Blueberry Macarons by Leanne LindsayBlueberry Macarons by Leanne Lindsay
Sometimes a gray afternoon can spark a little creativity in the kitchen! The rain was coming down in sheets the other day, and I just wasn't in the mood to be stuck inside. But instead of curling up on the couch, I decided to combine my love of baking with my love of photography. I whipped up a batch of these delicious blueberry macarons, and while they were baking, I prepped my camera to capture them.
Even though the weather outside was gloomy, the warm light from my living room window created a perfect spotlight for my little morsels. I love how the camera captured the vibrant colors of the blueberries against the deep grey plate. And baking always makes my kitchen feel cozy and inviting, so it was only fitting that the photo turned out the same way.
The Thrill of the Ride by Leanne LindsayThe Thrill of the Ride by Leanne Lindsay
The vibrant atmosphere of Luna Park Sydney buzzed around me. Drawn to the thrilling section of the park, I found myself captivated by a particular ride. This contraption defied gravity, whirling riders, flying through the air, their legs flung wide. Intrigued, I captured a black and white image from below. The riders, silhouetted against the sky, let out joyous cries that echoed through the park. Their unrestrained expressions mirrored the exhilaration of the ride. While the experience undoubtedly offered a surge of adrenaline, I found a curious sense of serenity observing their uninhibited joy. Perhaps it was the raw display of human experience, or the comfort of knowing my own feet were planted firmly on the ground. Regardless, capturing this scene in black and white proved just as thrilling as any ride, a testament to the captivating energy found within Luna Park.
Reading to Teddy by Leanne LindsayReading to Teddy by Leanne Lindsay
Family gatherings hum with joy, but on this particular day, a scene in the living room stopped me in my tracks. There, bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun streaming through the open doorway, sat my precious granddaughter, barely two years old. In all her innocent charm, she wasn't just playing; she was weaving a world of wonder, reading aloud to her cherished teddy bear.