Portrait of the boy-child; I think this fits the “reflecting” brief nicely.
The Big T and I visited the Helensville A&P (Agricultural & Pastoral) Show at the weekend.
Agriculture is a hugely important part of New Zealand’s history, economy and psyche, and A&P Shows are a traditional way small towns up and down the country celebrate farming and rural life.
One of my favourite A&P attractions is wood-chopping. And no, I can’t explain why a city girl who has never used an axe to do much more than chop kindling can sit for hours and watch a bunch of men cut through logs of wood as a sport. But I can!
I think part of the attraction is simplicity. While rugby, soccer, etc all seem to have incredibly complex rules, wood-chopping is easy to understand. The first person to cut the block in two wins. Even allowing for the handicap system (a man with a microphone counting off the seconds before each competitor can start), it’s comprehensible even to me. And no offside rule!
Axemen may not be regarded as sports superstars, but they seem equally dedicated to their sport. And the disappointment they feel in failure is no less real or painful to watch.
“All that is in the heart is written on the face” — Ritu Ghatourey
My artist friend Claire Delaney works from a studio that manages to be simultaneously a tranquil creative space and an Aladdin’s Cave of curiosities and treasures. I spent time there yesterday; thinking, writing and taking photos.
Hanging on a wall she has a clown puppet whose face offered such ambiguity of expression, I couldn’t resist editing two shots together.
When he was little, the boy-child loved the camera and it loved him right back.
As he’s got older, the relationship’s changed in one fundamental respect. These days, he feels he belongs behind the lens rather than in front. So it takes something quite special — like his grandmother’s desire to have a “nice picture” for Christmas — to persuade him to be photographed.
And with no disrespect to my son’s very real talent as a photographer, I think the camera still loves him.
This post was written for the Daily Post Photo Challenge. This week we’re asked to show something without which the holiday season would be incomplete.
Before Christmas I managed to persuade the boy-child to let me take photos of him to send to his much-loved grandmother (pretty sure he only agreed BECAUSE they were for Grandma).
While my photographic confidence has grown considerably in the last year, taking pictures of people is still way outside my comfort zone. I don’t feel happy pointing a camera at people generally, and actually asking someone to submit to an actual portrait session –aagh! What if the photos are rubbish?
Well, I’m pretty happy with these shots of my son; and I really, really want to be able to work on a photo project that has been fermenting in my mind for a few years which is portrait-based.
So here goes. You’ll notice the optimistic “No. 1” in the title above. With luck (and quite a bit of internalized pep-talking), over the coming year there will be a No. 2 (and 3, 4, etc).