Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion!

The challenge for this week is all about motion This series of photos were taken during a holiday in France a few years ago.  They feature my youngest son in various stages of running and jumping into the pool.  My daughter can also be spied (already in the pool) in various stages of gleeful disbelief…the water was sooo cold and she couldn’t believe he was going to launch himself, full pelt into it’s icey depths instead of gingerly easing himself in like she (and I) would!  Eldest son on the lounger in the background…clearly too laid back to care either way!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette #2!

The following photo’s are of my youngest son… taken while he jumped on a trampoline and did different poses in the air!  He and I had great fun doing these!

This is my second entry to this week’s challenge for Silhouette… to see the first one click here!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Perspective

This week’s photo challenge from The Daily Post asks us to look at perspective…

“Photos aren’t objective – they show what we want them to show”

Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable #3!

Time’s running out… how could I not post a few photo’s of Mutley for the weekly photo challenge with a theme of ‘companionable’ it would feel so wrong of me not to!  Mutley is, after all, my constant companion… she is loyal, never judges, makes me smile and is always totally ecstatic every time I come home!

This is Mutley...

This is Mutley…

Pigeon… In My Lounge!!!

I had just made myself a lovely lunch and a cup of green tea… everything was arranged and I was just about to get comfy to enjoy some peace and quiet… apparently not!

I heard some noise in the fireplace and upon inspection found some soot had fallen out and onto the rug… as I stood and watched, more and more kept falling down and out in front of me.  There was a few moments of nothing then again more fell out… Ohhh nooo… I looked at Mutley, Mutley looked at me… and promptly took off upstairs!  Fine protector she is!!!

I was left looking at the fireplace and said out loud “please don’t let anything dead fall out!” and then “actually, no, please don’t let anything live fall out!!!”  Literally two seconds later a pigeon landed unceremoniously in the fireplace and took flight into the room, missing my head by two inches as I ducked and ran for the door!  I flew for my camera whilst screeching to my son… “There’s a pigeon flying around the lounge!”

Doesn't look too ruffled or dirty... all things considered!

Doesn’t look too ruffled or dirty… all things considered!

My son arrived on the scene a little bleary eyed and dishevelled, having just woken up (he’s 17… say no more) armed only with an old childhood dressing up Spiderman glove, recently found in a loft clearout!

Spiderman glove meets pigeon and my son says... "Ah, can we keep him?!"

Spiderman glove meets pigeon, pigeon’s thinking ‘what the hell is that?’ and my son says… “Ah, can we keep him?!”

Flash back… to when he wanted a German Shepherd and promised to walk her and pick up her poop… Ha! Not falling for that one again!

Decided he doesn't like Spiderman glove!

Decided he doesn’t like Spiderman glove…

Taking off after the Spiderman touch!

… and takes off only to fly straight into conservatory door!

Looking out of my blinds to freedom, whilst pacing up and down... and pooping!

Looking out of my blinds to freedom, whilst pacing up and down on the back of my sofa … and pooping on my hand stitched Indian throw!

Mutley... proved to be a bit of a 'fraidy cat!

Mutley… proved to be a bit of a ‘fraidy cat!

Of course after she realised it was only a bird, not something sinister and could hear it flapping around she tried her best to get back into the room, nearly tripping me up everytime I retreated with my camera when the pigeon flew in my direction… he had already proved he wasn’t great at navigating!

All wrapped up and ready to go!

All wrapped up and ready to go!

Armed now with some more sensible gloves, my son managed after several attempts to throw my youngest son’s jacket over the pigeon so that he could pick it up and carry it out…

First flight of freedom... my son ducking to the left while pigeon makes a break for it to the right!

Making a break for freedom!

My son ducks to the left while the pigeon makes a break for it to the right!

I'm free, I'm free!

I’m free, I’m free!

He looks a bit bewildered but focused on his destination towards the rooftops and hopefully away from chimneys… mine anyway! 🙂

Mutleys’ pic of the day!

Tala (Mutley) quite likes all this blogging lark and decided she would like a side line to my blog… ‘Mutleys’ pic of the day!’ So that she can showcase all her wonderfulness!!!

Stick of the day!

Stick of the day!

Introducing Mutley!


Quotes that speak to my soul…

"Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving.
What you have caught on film is captured forever...
it remembers little things,
long after you have forgotten everything." - Aaron Siskind

"You become things, you become an atmosphere, and if you become it, which means you incorporate it within you, you can also give it back. You can put this feeling into a picture. A painter can do it. And a musician can do it and I think a photographer can do that too and that I would call the dreaming with open eyes." - Ernst Haas

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by Dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."
- Steve Jobs

“To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
- Henri Cartier-Bresson

“For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.”
― Henri Cartier-Bresson

“Above all, life for a photographer cannot be a matter of indifference”
― Robert Frank