J is for…
Thursday, July 30th, 2009A good couple of weeks has gone by since the last post about our Jack, so when ‘mum’ took some pics as the sun went down with a wide open aperture at 1.4 (gotta’ get some techy stuff in there) these were the results. No vegetables were harmed during the making of these shots, the carrot really is a J shape! Jack’s first home grown carrot, never mind first steps and words, this is a milestone.
Those natural shots are always the best!
Ready for my close up!
Notley Abbey prewedding shoot – Laura and Sean
Monday, July 27th, 2009We’re about to enter the busiest August wedding season we’ve had at Breathe and frankly I can’t wait. I just know we’ll all emerge the other side richer for the wonderful things we witness and amazing people we meet. Talking of which, meet Laura, Sean and their amazing son Dylan. I look forward to a fabulous day at Notley!
Father’s day
Sunday, June 21st, 2009‘Boy’ as we affectionately refer to him is now 15 months old and this is the first Father’s day where he’s been able to assist in unwrapping a couple of pressies for me! I guess from now on I’ll not get to unwrap stuff at birthday’s, anniversaries and Christmas as it’s far too much fun watching him do the honours. We were at a playground earlier this week when I took the following shots. The look of satisfaction on his face when he pilots from one thing to another on his tottering ‘ickle feet is a joy. Being a photographer of course, I had to find a playground where the props and activities colour match his clothing!
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Friday, February 6th, 2009
It’s been somewhat of a quiet week at Breathe Towers. You see, round our way the powers that be spent much of the annual budget over the last twelve months it seems on fancy ornate brick footpaths, endless road improvement schemes all within a mile of each other (sponsored gridlock) and plush away days for pin striped executives. Thank heavens they didn’t have the misguided foresight when times were financially dizzy to invest in trips to Iceland to deposit large lumps of cash in unknown banking systems. Perish the thought that we should have had enough reserves of cash left to purchase things that we really need, like grit, or salt. Today I had been planning a trip to Brum, to enjoy a seminar by a particularly talented photographer from Australia called Tero Sade. However, in that it took three hours to do a ten to fifteen mile round trip, the other one hundred miles could only have been achieved with the aid of a jet pack. And so I sat for hours, in a queue of traffic, listening to the local radio station listing school closures, before deciding to call it quits and return for a good old fashioned fry up. As an aside, when you’re in a queue with nowhere to turn or method of escape, isn’t it amazing how many adverts feature the sound of running water? By the by, we used the time instead to practise a skill Tero Sade could never have even begun to understand coming from Tasmania, that of building snowmen. I’ve plonked Jack there to give it some scale. Not the largest example you’ll ever see granted. This afternoon I’m planning to go and dig up an ornate footpath or two, have the bricks individually crushed and use what’s left over to grit my driveway.