Oh my goodness, was Easter really only last weekend? Surely we’ve lived three lifetimes since then. Some weeks are just like that, aren’t they?
I can hardly believe that our Good Friday wander around Manotick was a scant seven days ago. It was cool but bright, and we enjoyed wandering around the Mill and inspecting the dam in the midmorning sun.
And it really seems like a lifetime ago we were colouring these eggs (although it did seem that the egg salad sandwiches for lunch might never end!) It was only after I was playing with this one in Lightroom that I realized that I had handed Lucas the little tablets of egg dye in random order and he had dropped them into the cups in an equally random order — and yet he managed to put them in the perfect ROYGBIV order of the spectrum. He’s an artiste savant! 😉 I was actually aiming to have the boys a little less in focus than this, but oh well.
Not the shot of the day, but I rather liked this one of the tools of their trade, so I’ll slip it in here, too.
Am I taking advantage of your polite attention if I slip in just one more? Easter is so photogenic, and so much more transient than Christmas!
This is Bubba, my recently adopted fur-brother, trying to eat Papa Lou’s face for Easter dinner.
As if that weren’t already an incredibly photo-rich long weekend, it was Monday when lovely Baby H allowed me to point my camera in his direction. (There’s more from that shoot here.)
There are some subjects I seem to be drawn to over and over again. Kids with books is one of them. Lucas is another one. 😉
(You know, the whole reason I launched my own photography business is because my kids were getting so sick of me pointing my camera at them. I simply need more kids to photograph!!)
And then, on a much more sombre note, we have the results of that incredible wind storm last week. Turns out it will cost us close to $1000 to have our lovely old poplar cut up, a few hundred less if we dispose of the wood ourselves. Anyone want some free firewood? Pull up a trailer and haul away what you can! (No seriously, if you want some, I’ll hold it for you — just let me know before Tuesday.)
There’s more pictures from the wind storm on this post, if you haven’t seen it yet. Worth a click to see where the crown of the tree ended up. The good news is, I now know the species of the rest of the trees on the property. We have a handful of Manitoba maples and two silver maples and a sugar maple and a red maple. (It’s a very Canadian yard!) We have two towering Eastern white pines and an equally-towering ash. And an ex-Poplar. Sigh.
I mentioned the untimely demise of my favourite Manotick landmark in my earlier post, too, and included a picture I’d taken with my iPhone to replicate more or less the original picture I’d taken of it. I wanted to take one with my camera, too, as a proper sort of commemoration. I don’t know why I am so drawn to this silo, but I am. Erm, I was.
I’ll be the first to admit, I really like my pictures. I think most of them are pretty good, at least the ones worth posting here. But every now and then, I really nail one. This is one of those times, and possibly one of my favourite photographs ever.
Isn’t that fun? The rubber boots, the rain coat, his relentless hair, and the reflection. It makes me smile every single time I look at it. No doubt, it was a very long week — but a lovely one, too.
