Yesterday marked the 6 month anniversary of the birth of my little nephew. The thing I love most about babies growing up is the crazy amount of special moments you can get away with celebrating. As an adult you have a birthday every year, you might get a new job every couple of years, buying your first house, having your first child.
As a baby everything deserves a celebration. We celebrate when you are a week old, a month, six months, a year. It definitely doesn’t stop there. We have smiles, laughs, rolling, sitting, crawling, grabbing, eating, walking and the list goes on. All of which happens in the space of one very quick year. In fact more seems to happen in that one little year than it will in the 80 to follow. Isn’t that something to think about?
“Until its discovery by Europeans in the early 1636, it was thought that all swans were white in colour.” (Ponnamperuma)
Well it goes without saying that yes, there really is such a thing as a black swan. Not just movie title but an actual bird, cruising the lakes and waterways of Britain. Fortunately for me, I came across a pair of these stunning creatures this week. Whilst out trying to capture images of ‘reflections’, the theme posted by a local photographic page for the month, I ventured out towards a little village named Blatherwycke, just a few miles from my home. Sadly the morning sunshine had disappeared behind light cloud and the wonderful water reflections I was hoping for turned out to be less than average. However stumbling across these to beauties made the morning even more special.
Saturday’s are supposed to be the regular persons day off. Nothing makes me more excited than having the chance to get out with my camera, especially when it is to photograph the greatest love between two people or the sheer joy that can radiate from a child playing. This year I can only wish for more opportunities to use my Saturday’s off to do the things I love most. Work isn’t work when you love it, right?!
As much as I hate getting out of bed on cold, dark, winter mornings the award for doing so is always worth it. Once the covers are peeled back, the boots are on and my fingers are slowly freezing an opportunity arises and it is usually not one to miss.
Last week, such a thing happened. I was out near my local church admiring the frosty white grass and golden sunshine when I met a lovely man. After a couple of minutes chatting we said our goodbyes, but not before asking if he would be the subject for a few photographs. Thank you for agreeing!