My son’s father goes to a traditional barber. It’s a good old hairdresser for big boys. The barber is a quintessential barber. Even down to the authentic chairs. On his paternal side, my son has an entrenched tradition of what Dad does, I do too. So today, it was off to the Barber’s Chair for my son. How cool is that chair??
So, it is no secret that there is a new-old man in my life. And my fingers have been itching to take his photo for a while now. I have been dying to try and capture the essence of the man through my lens. So, here we go:
Sometimes he is a little bit strange…
Sometimes he is a little bit silly…
I love it when he laughs…
And laughs…
But, mostly, I love it when he looks at me like this.
But, actually, I just love him whenever, wherever, however.
My child is still mad about aeroplanes. I am trying to figure out how to cool the passion – I don’t think I could cope with the stress if he decided to become a pilot or something. Will have to steer him toward engineering so that he dreams of designing the planes, not flying them…
looking more like his father everyday…
Transfixed…
I remember being very, very young and sitting on the beach with my Mom and Granny and being absolutely fascinated by the sea sand. And I still love it. Especially the “sand” on one special beach in Blouberg. When you look closely you’ll see that it is not sand at all, but tiny fragments of beautiful shells and minute glistening stones. I think if I ever moved away from Cape Town, I would put some of this in a bottle and keep it with me always…
I couldn’t resist…
Schew (collective sigh of relief) – finally a photo that is not my child in some guise or another.
I f.o.r.c.e.d. myself to venture out today and find something architetural to photograph. Ironically, despite having once had aspirations to be an architect, I hate modern buildings. Oh, I love the lines and the angles and the spacial interplay. But I HATE the way our coastline is becoming dominated by highrise apartments. I am indignant on behalf of the coastline. Indignant on behalf of beautiful old buildings lost or forgotten.
But things change, progress must come and our paradigms must shift.
This is a newly-built, still unoccupied building on the beachfront. I am semi-tolerant of it as I love the solid blue lines and the way the colours interact with the sky and the sea.
Brace yourselves folks… another inspration-less day… so once again, all you have are photos of Adam. Hey, at least I am still taking photos…
I am a firm believer in “hiding” toys. So, a lot of Adam’s toys are packed away for days and weeks at a time. Then, when they are brought out again the excitement is tangible and toys never get boring. I realised a while ago that he wasn’t really playing with his Tomas & Friends trains, so before we went away, I packed them all out of sight. Today for the first time I brought them out again.
My floor is once again the Island of Sodor. I swear it takes me longer to figure out how to set up a workable railway system (they all link together in a seemingly infinite number of ways) than it would take me to study Greek mythology. It’s higher grade stuff, I tell you. Look at the complexity of bridges and interchanges…
Complete with stop signs, traffic lights and level crossings…
But the mental gymnastics and highjumps are all worth it. There is not much I wouldn’t do for this child.
We did nothing special today and I spend most of the morning in the pool, so I didn’t take many photos. Once again, these photos were all taken while I was in the water. Shoulder deep in the water… Boy, I’m either getting very brave with my camera, or very, very stupid…
Adam has never been the intrepid water adventurer. Oh, he would go into the water – but only on his terms. And always fairly reluctantly. You could coax, cajole, encourage and praise, but nothing would get him to go in the water to any great depths. He loved to play with water but not in water – if you get the subtle difference?
Until yesterday.
With no coaxing, cajoling or encouragement he decided to go off and get into the pool all by himself (don’t gasp in horror, I was in the pool at the time, he wasn’t unsupervised… !!). On his own terms, when no-one was pushing him, or ‘watching’ him, he calmly did his own thing… (Hmmm, I wonder who he gets that from…?)
Today, the first thing he asked for was to swim. And there he stayed for the rest of the morning. Of course, there mommy stayed too. Prune fingers and all.
p.s. it’s a black pool and it was in shadow hence the dark pool water in the photos.
p.p.s. I am getting tired of all my photo editing so I tried something new. I don’t think it worked.
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