Crocodile Farm

I felt my family should do something different this weekend and not get trapped at home exactly a week after losing Nala. So we went to the crocodile farm.
It wasn't the greatest farm ever, but the owners were really passionate about the animals, even if the owner had no index fingers, and a chunk of his left leg missing...
I also learnt that "Crocodile Farm" means that they actually farm crocodiles, for meat and skin.
So the crocs in the cages were the breeding animals, and the rest were for slaughter...I'm still not too sure about this concept, but we got to see the crocodile feeding, an alligator wear my sunglasses and crocodile curry (eeewww).

Negatives

I got those negatives digitised
and they came out really rad.
so these are pictures from the early 70's

Old Pictures

So, these are my favourite slides so far;


First one is my uncle (the clown, who even has ginger hair), at his 6th birthday.
The second one is my Great Grandfather, Bank (in the hat) and his friend.
Apparently him and I are very similar. I never met him, but he was also fascinated with taking photographs and he also hated to be in the photographs.




This is my Dad and my Uncle. Dad is about 8, uncle is about 4. The funny thing is that I could recreate this picture because their sons are about this age now, and look exactly the same as they did.





The first one is my Gran, a bride's maid.
The second one is my Dad and his pooch.




This is Bank at Stone Henge, about 1962 or so.