After yesterday’s night out we stayed over in Leeds at our friend, Caroline’s. As was revealed, her kitchen catches some great morning light. This is about as natural a shot of Joe as it is possible to get at the moment – note the rock ‘n’ roll hairstyle…
It hangs in our window, the light fell just so. Joe’s a little star too, of course.
I don’t really do Hallowe’en myself, but others do, and it’s a good photo opportunity at least. Like, for this tender mother-and-son shot. Aren’t they cute.
Been a while since the wife featured: 21st August in fact. One thing about her is that she does have this cracking pair of eyes on her, thanks to the green-and-orange colouring. See for yourself.
Incidentally I got another picture today of her eye in which I, the photographer, was clearly reflected in her contact lens – clever, but it didn’t make her iris look as good as this one. So I’ll choose this one. She’ll thank me for it… I hope. (And yes, I know I did this theme once before with Joe, but again, it was worth revisiting.)
Man, it’s been a tiring week. Marked its conclusion by taking the family out to the theatre in Manchester tonight, to mark Clare’s birthday (the specific date is next week). They had been in the city earlier, shopping, and here Joe displays some of his purchases. I like this shot because of the focus, the reflection in the table, and his big doe eyes.
By the way I now have 100 followers of this blog. Thanks to you all!
Worked at home on a dull and rainy Sunday so not much to take a photo of. You might as well see this, therefore. It’s just the outline, the detail and colour will be added next time, after this has had time to heal. Which, going on how itchy it is, it’s doing properly, I just wish it would speed up a bit.
This blog is one of my personal diaries as well as a gallery, so occasionally you get pictures because they have meaning, even in a small way; and not because they are particularly accomplished photographs. Today is one of those.
This is Joe going off to school fully on his own for the first time, as opposed to being accompanied at least part of the way. I suppose there is no going back from here. Which is fine, good luck to him.
Joe has appeared on this blog more than anyone, but then again, my genetic heritage is invested in him, so I guess that’s understandable. If we can persuade him to practice enough, he might even open for Iron Maiden one of these days. Although they’re probably all dead by now.
21st century mermaids don’t sit on giant seashells but on plastic drums that may or may not have held toxic waste, and they wear jeans and black tops instead of diaphonous robes. But they still look like they have only one big leg and sit trying to seduce the sailors on the local fishing boats.
Just held the camera high and pointed downwards. Little more to add, about the photo or the day, but both worked quite well, I think.
Being 42 