It was a huge shock when Dave joined Instagram. Nearly a year ago he posted his first photo, of his Deus motorbike. His second photo was of me eating a burger in New York:
It freaked me out straight away - I didn't say it was ok of him to post a photo of me eating a burger! All of these years *I* have been the one documenting our family's life online. Now he can just snap a pic of me and upload without even my permission? (I believe that's called "karma.") It made me think a lot about all of the stories and photos I've written here so far, and what my children will think. I've always been mindful of not embarrassing them, but still.
So Dave kicked off his Instagram career in NYC. Very quickly, I realised what an amazing eye he has for photographs.
After he got back to Australia he said he didn't see the point of taking photos because it was just his day-to-day life but I urged him too, told him there's snaps to be taken everywhere.
At work while standing on a roof with his workers Josh and Jonnie:
Doing a quote for some repair work at Norman Lindsay's studio:
Soaking up the sun at our nearest pool:
Me with greasy hair and no bra squatting in our veggie garden: (!!)
He's ended up taking some really cool, creative shots.
During his life-changing Mexico trip last year with his mate Pete:
Seeing Dave's pics give me an insight into the way he sees the world. Even when we're having a fight and not talking to each other I can keep tabs on what he's up to. Heh.
Always with that same papaya brekkie. Never gets old.
Occasionally we have two sides to the photo.
His view:
My view:
His:
Mine:
Sometimes we post a photo at the same time and he compares the amounts of likes we both get and I laugh. He makes me laugh and MAN do I love watching the world from Dave Riley's eyes.
My all-time favourite photo he's ever taken that can never be topped?
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Was when he sat at Kirribilli House drinking tea out of fine bone china, and lined his tattoo up in a shot of then Prime Minister Julia Gillard. The loveable rogue comes good ..... THIS is what Instagram was made for.
It freaked me out straight away - I didn't say it was ok of him to post a photo of me eating a burger! All of these years *I* have been the one documenting our family's life online. Now he can just snap a pic of me and upload without even my permission? (I believe that's called "karma.") It made me think a lot about all of the stories and photos I've written here so far, and what my children will think. I've always been mindful of not embarrassing them, but still.
So Dave kicked off his Instagram career in NYC. Very quickly, I realised what an amazing eye he has for photographs.
After he got back to Australia he said he didn't see the point of taking photos because it was just his day-to-day life but I urged him too, told him there's snaps to be taken everywhere.
At work while standing on a roof with his workers Josh and Jonnie:
Doing a quote for some repair work at Norman Lindsay's studio:
Soaking up the sun at our nearest pool:
Me with greasy hair and no bra squatting in our veggie garden: (!!)
He's ended up taking some really cool, creative shots.
During his life-changing Mexico trip last year with his mate Pete:
Seeing Dave's pics give me an insight into the way he sees the world. Even when we're having a fight and not talking to each other I can keep tabs on what he's up to. Heh.
Always with that same papaya brekkie. Never gets old.
Occasionally we have two sides to the photo.
His view:
My view:
His:
Mine:
Sometimes we post a photo at the same time and he compares the amounts of likes we both get and I laugh. He makes me laugh and MAN do I love watching the world from Dave Riley's eyes.
My all-time favourite photo he's ever taken that can never be topped?
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Was when he sat at Kirribilli House drinking tea out of fine bone china, and lined his tattoo up in a shot of then Prime Minister Julia Gillard. The loveable rogue comes good ..... THIS is what Instagram was made for.
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