Tag: birthday

You call that a knife? & The One with the Birthday Seb: Despite its appearance, this is not in actual fact a homage to Crocodile Dundee. Well, OK, it is — I frickin’ love Dundee! — but that’s not the back-story for this photo! This one’s all about exploration. Most people call it travelling — I call it exploring. Travelling describes the movements between places, not the actual adventure that occurs once you get there — that’s exploration. Discovering new…

Balloon comedian & It’s all about the cake, or how Sebastian found Abi Seb: I should probably preface this by saying he is a member of my family. I don’t¬†actually go around taking photos of little boys, asking them to tie balloons to their ears — that was all his idea. I just pointed the camera in the right direction (which just so happens to be the most important thing with photography, by the way). I got a new lens…

My friends are going to kill me for this one. They’re going to hunt me down and kill me. They’re going to be justified in doing so, too… I think we’ve all scrubbed this particular incident from our collective memories. In fact, if you’re not quite ready for a truly awesome mental image, you might just want to visit Lilu’s blog for other, less-disgusting but still too-much-information stories. Looking back, I think we always tried to justify it as ‘one…

I had planned a fantastic post today about immortality (as one does…) but as I sat down to type it out, my mother called up the stairs: ‘Don’t forget, it’s your birthday tomorrow!’ Thanks for reminding me, mum. ’25! That’s a quarter of a century! A third of your life, GONE!’ You can shut up now, mum. ‘By the time I was your age, I was married and had you!’ I shut my door, sat down and… pouted. How am…

I’m afraid all you get this Sunday is some pretty photos. It’s currently my father’s birthday and it was my brother’s birthday yesterday; tomorrow it’s mine! Three days ago it was my aunt’s, and in three days it’s my great aunt’s. Did August have some kind of significance for my family…? Why were we all conceived in the last week of August?! Wait, wasn’t August named after the greatest of the Roman Emperors, Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus? A coincidence…? Anyway…