I have a confession to make: when Jai and I, sitting in our basement apartment in Victoria, BC, dreamt of our Big Move to Nova Scotia, we often pictured ourselves with our very own homestead. There would be chickens, and sheep, a couple of ducks, and definitely some bees. We practically had a subscription to Mother Earth News. Now, that’s not how it worked out, and in the end, we feel like we ended up right where we belong – in our big old Georgian house set right in the middle of our very own small town. But, once in a while, that dream still twinkles in the corners of my mind. What fun it was, then, to get a chance to photograph baby Lewis on his one-month birthday, on his very own homestead – surrounded by happy chickens, fluffy sheep, and three loving older sisters, no less! Here’s a little sample:
We got together with some friends and took the kids for our second annual trip to Upper Clements Park last weekend. Last year, other than the kiddie pool, there wasn’t much Griffin could really do there, although he LOVED the train ride around the park. This time unfortunately the train was out of commission, but there were a few more options for him this year. He’s so very much like me – not really into things that are noisy or fast. I get dizzy just spinning around once or twice. We’re both quite content to watch others try the scary stuff. Luckily for him, the truck ride is quiet, slow, and steady. He was in Heaven, and I had a ton of fun, clicking away every. single. time. they drove by.
just lovely compositions beautiful work!!
I am not a morning person. My mornings with two young children mostly involve me trying – without moving, preferably – to get everyone to climb into bed with me and snuggle in. Quietly. It’s this fantasy that I have in my head. And once in a while it happens that I get a moment. A moment when everyone is content to burrow under the blankets and pretend to go back to sleep. A moment before “I have to go to the bathroom” and “I’m hungry” and “I’m late for work!” A moment when I can lie back and see the magic, feel this fizzy moment of total bliss and love and deep satisfaction. And it’s those moments that have convinced me, not to go so far as to be a morning person (oh, no), but that there is at least the possibility of loving waking up.
This doesn’t hurt, either 🙂
Beautiful post … We’ll make a morning rower out of you yet!
My husband, Jai, works on the Bookmobile here in the Annapolis Valley (yes, it is the coolest job ever – right after photographer, of course!) He recently helped to host a kite flying workshop in Bear River, and ended up bringing home a kite of his own. It was the perfect sunny, slightly windy day for a test flight, so off we went. It was the first time Griffin had ever flown a kite, but we’ve been reading “Stuck” by Oliver Jeffers to him for a few weeks now, so he got the idea right away. And we only got stuck in the tree once – no rhinos involved, nor firemen – more’s the pity!
It’s not on the official list, but it’s certainly a summer moment I am going to love looking back on, so I think I’ll add it!
What a neat kite! A cutie you have!
Jai and I took the kids down to Family Fun Day at Raven Haven last weekend. Sun, sand, and water (albeit with the occasional visit from a hungry leech) – the perfect combination. Wasn’t it just last post that I was saying what a good challenge it was for me to confine myself to just ONE photo? Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was. What can I say? I admit defeat. The soul of brevity, I am not. Maybe next time!
God, these are absolutely incredible! I love the imperfections you captured… you know, like the half-smiles and muddy shirts. Makes me want to draw interpretations of your photos, which is rare for me. 🙂
ADORABLE! I love the vintage feel to this shoot– not vintage like yellow skies, but vintage like old quilts and sinks and timeless baby toes and little children.