olive and oak

elize strydom's photo journal

Month: November, 2012

so long, little one

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The little red fox flew away this week but before she went we made time for one more dinner.

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communion

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My dear friends Maddy and Jake invited me to a Thanksgiving dinner last Thursday. I grew up watching families celebrate ‘the Holidays’ in countless American films, so I was excited to get into the spirit, too. We had all of the traditional dishes and trimmings (Jake is a mean master chef in the making and Maddy’s pumpkin pie was a slice of heaven) and even went around the table saying what we were thankful for. Sounds a little corny, I know. I remember saying something about appreciating community and then we moved on to the main course.

It wasn’t until last night when I was looking at these images that my own words sunk in. I AM thankful for community. It’s something that has been missing from my life for the last two and a half years. Actually, forget that. It would be more accurate to say that I have been missing from the community. But looking back on the last few months, I’ve noticed that things have changed and a collection of kind, generous people who love and value me now feature heavily in my day to day. And for this I truly am thankful.

david’s place

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Last weekend a few of us ventured up north and stayed with my flatmate Lydia’s brother, David. As we drove from the airport to his treehouse, our Sydney layers came off and we slipped into a slower pace. After giving Pancho a pat we strolled out on to the verandah, cups of tea in hand. We laughed and chatted and nodded in complete agreement when someone noted how a light, open house, surrounded by nature can work wonders for your sense of wellbeing.

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middle of the month mix – november

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Songs about panic attacks, fruitless relationships, not knowing where you fit or what’s next in life. That doesn’t sound good, does it? Well, the music sure does…promise! Listen here.

feels like we only go backwards – tame impala

the socialites – dirty projectors

get free – major lazer

breakers – local natives

amongster – polica

warm thoughts – flume

latch (feat. sam smith) – disclosure

we are fine (feat. zach condon) – sharon van etten

hey moon – john maus

providence – lisa mitchell

I keep thinking about how I’m not thinking about you. 

a spark

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How is it possible that a simple breakfast by a lake with two new friends was enough to fill my heart?

We rolled out the picnic rug and one by one, items were unpacked and a feast laid out. Liz offered homemade sourdough, grapefruit marmalade and relish while Sav and I brought muesli and summertime fruits. We lit a fire and eggs were cracked into a frying pan balancing over the flames. Water scooped from the lake was boiled and considered satisfactory for second cups of tea.

We took bites and sips while conversation weaved its way in between. The getting-to-know-you was in full swing; questions asked, information given, observations made, glances stolen.

The unexpected attention of someone eager to listen and learn and peel back layers. The warm glow of genuine connection.

self (E)

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new slang

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Ange in her new hood, new house, new room.

lunch club

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Starting work at 5am and finishing at 1pm means the middle of the day is the perfect time for me to grab a bite out. Wanna be my lunch date?

1. Bee at the Veggie Patch Van, Victoria Park 2. Grace at The Grounds, Alexandria 3. Stef at On The Green, Camperdown 4. Maddy at Envy Cafe and Gallery, Summer Hill 5. Lynny at Reuben Hills, Surry Hills 6. Ange at Bourke St Bakery, Surry Hills 7. Faith at the park across the road, Camperdown 8. Lee at Single Origin, Surry Hills 9. Grace at The Grounds again, ’cause she’s a cutie.

matt corby

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A week or so ago I caught a ferry over to Cockatoo Island to listen to Matt Corby. It was the third time I’ve seen him live. The first was in a tiny bar in Kings Cross in 2010 and the second was in my friend Talitha’s backyard in 2011 before ‘Brother’, before all of the craziness. Everyone seems to have something to say about the boy but there’s no denying he has a special thing going on.

The second to last picture is a girl who didn’t get in to the show, on her tippy toes trying to see over the barrier.