This week, share a photo of things that complement each other.
This is Ben Huberman’s challenge at the Daily Post. Do you think my daughter and I have a matching style in this photo? If so does that mean I wear clothes that are too young for someone of my age? or does Nina dress like an old fogey?
I don’t think either applies, because pretty much anything goes these days. I wore leggings in the 80’s and I do now and I’ve never been very interested in fashion.
Paula hopes not to give us a headache with this weeks black and white challenge. I did briefly think ‘oh no’, I can’t do portraits, and most people don’t want their photograph taken -me included! But then I remembered these,taken a few years ago, of my niece at fourteen, a lovely young girl on the cusp of womanhood.
She’s all grown up now and will be heading to uni soon, the begining of a very bright future.
If you’d like to join the challenge pop over to Paula’s place, you’ll get a warm welcome.
If you’re three years old and the beaches near home are grotty shingle, when you feel sand between your toes for the first time, it can be quite overwhelming, you have to pause and take it all in.
Especially if you’ve just met a life sized dinosaur and been on a train for the first time ever.
But when you’re one and a half, it’s still a bit mesmerising, but if daddy’s there to throw you up to the sky,
then everything is really good fun!
Paula at Lost in Translation says, ‘This week I want you to post a photo of your “favourite”. Be it a place, a thing, a person, a pastime or your holiday. Your favourite anything. Maybe the favourite shot you have taken and still haven’t published. The only requirement for this “favourite” is to make it black and white.’
This is Michael, my favourite uncle and I saw him recently for the first time in ages.
My daughter’s partner Steve, who calls me his Monster-in-law, wrote this on FB last night and it really touched my heart. It’s so very special, that I thought I’d share it with you my friends. Perhaps you know someone who could do with reading it too. Scarlett will be three in July, Layla is seventeen months.
So this evening I had a wedding meeting in Gosport, which means that I had to leave the house before putting Scarlet to bed.
I got home at 8pm and Scarlett was still awake (her normal bedtime is 6.30-7pm), So after a brief cuddle I took her to bed.
In the forefront of my mind was how much I needed to do tonight; I shot a wedding on the weekend so I had to download the cards, social media advertising, admin, printing… Nina and I hadn’t eaten so dinner needed cooking and Nina also had a lot of work to do and some business bits she wanted me to help her with.
Due to this, Scarlett only got one story rather than the usual two or three, and the bedtime routine which is one of our special times together, was cut very short. Scarlett got up twice, and I put her back to bed without the usual fun and games.
Then I heard her sobbing.
I went into her room and attempted to quickly settle her, but she opened her arms and pulled me in for a cuddle and whispered ‘Don’t leave me Daddy, I love you’.
Somehow I had allowed myself to put all those other things ahead of the most important people in my life. Yes we all let the world get on top of us, work is demanding, we wish for more hours in the day, we try to save time where we can to try and complete those oh so important tasks and little jobs. But Scarlett and Layla just want to be loved, not rushed.
For those few seconds, I was the most important person in Scarlett’s world, and all she wanted was a cuddle.
Right now I’m holding my Daughter, everything else can wait.
And any of my friends that want to play.
One of my favourite things as a child was to roly-poly down a grassy slope in the park, was it yours too? It isn’t actually that long since I last had a go. It was still fun, but would have been more comfortable if my plump places were distributed slightly differently. I’ll probably still do it again though.
Last year when my son and grandchildren had a go at Killerton Park, I took the photos instead.
There was definitely mischief in the air that day!
Paula wants to see your favourite park, large or small for her Thursday special.
is a state of mind.
Inner child work is not something I need, I’m in constant touch with my inner child!
Any excuse to scramble around in a Soft Play and I’m there. Of course, every time I do, I hurt my hip in the same spot, from going down the slides, and I suffer for a couple of days, but I still go back for more. Wouldn’t it be a good idea if they came in adult sizes?