Grace: Showing me her 'dot work' during the parents classroom visit - learning about an integral part of Australia's history
Monday, 29 July 2013
30/52
Thursday, 25 July 2013
Sister
Katie, or Kevin as we used to call her, is the free-spirited woman within our family. She is like a dandelion seed, floating from one place to another, high above the earth. She is gentle, absolutely hilarious and plays the piano purely by ear. Her hands are like our fathers. Her stubborness from my mother.
When I look at Katie, I see so much of myself. Her mannerisms, her way of thinking. I am so lucky to have two beautiful sisters to call my own, each different in our own right, yet simulataneously, all scarily alike.
Wednesday, 24 July 2013
Monday, 15 July 2013
27/52
Tom: My gentle boy, he has a love of animals, especially our little Mollie
Grace: This image is quintessentially Grace.. book in hand, devious grin and putting a pesky lock back behind her ear
This week I have also found myself in Jodi's practicing simplicity series. It has planted a few seeds in my mind - I will definitely try and cut down my phone time this week.
Playing along with Jodi - "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."
Wednesday, 3 July 2013
Jess & Paul - Engaged
I met Jess and Paul for their engagement session on the wharf where I played many a summer years ago. They will be getting married later this year, and I cannot wait to photograph their wedding.
Any girl who rocks a fur jacket and purple/turquoise nails and a man who pulls of a velvet jacket = awesome cool couple in my books!
Monday, 1 July 2013
26/52
Grace: having a giggle under the orange tree - heavily laden with her fruits
Tom: he told me with much sincerity that if there was a tornado the rooster would spin right off into the air!
Ok, so I am a bit behind with my weekly portraits of Grace and Tom. I have narrowed this down to the fact that I have shared custody and only every second week are they by my side. Monday's are becoming increasingly harder, I send them off to school knowing that they will not be coming home in the afternoon. Someone who is a stranger to me picks them up - for the next seven days Grace, Tom and I are only connected by a telephone conversation that never lasts long enough. The mother in me yearns for them, I want them to be tangible to me, I want to hold Tom's hand as he falls asleep. I miss my grown up conversations with Gracie.
Ian know's I am different on Mondays'. I stare vacantly for minutes on end - my mind is lost somewhere in the past week where I was surrounded by their laughter, homework and toys strewn across the house. My babies aren't home. It doesn't, and never will feel right.
Ian offers me insight and gives me strength in the weeks we are alone.I remind myself that everything I have done was only ever with the best intentions, even if I was somewhat immature and misguided. I guess hindsight is a wonderful thing - if only we had it when we needed it.
That is why my photographs are so important to me, they re-ignite feelings that were vivid during the moment that has been captured. They make the week easier to get through.
Playing along with Jodi - "A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."
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