Tag: kids

The young ones & Have I told you lately that I Love You? Seb: I’ve spent most of this past week in the company of kids. I don’t mean that derogatorily — I mean that I’m at least 10 years older than most of them. It’s odd, I’ve always got on better with younger and older people — but not so much with my contemporaries. I get on well with kids because they’re incredibly easy to talk to (and because…

I don’t know where to start with this, the subject that surely supersedes all others. It — life, necessity and peace — begins and ends with education. With a good education the world is your oyster. Without education… God, it’s so tricky to put into words, but I’ll try. The expanse of your knowledge, your wisdom, your skills and ‘working set of data’ is only limited by your ability to learn, to educate yourself; or to be educated. But it’s a feedback…

More photos from the weekend! Sorry it’s a bit late in the day now, but hopefully a few of you will get a chance to see these! These are a little cuter than the last, mainly because there’s an adorable girl in pink involved. I love the light in the two darker at-dusk photos too — and this is my favourite ‘kid with balloons’ photo. Tomorrow… a photographic TMI… (it’s an experiment!)

A collection of photos from a birthday party this weekend. We descended upon the vaulted ceilings and croquet lawns of a large country house. We frolicked, drank tea and ate cake. And when the sun started doing down… well… that’s when things started to get crazy. Note: you can click each photo to visit my Flickr stream. There are further details there, and some funny annotations. More to follow… more balloons, and a cute little girl.

Autumn Bursts Forth & Twister Seb: Hey, guess what, it’s AUTUMN. If last week didn’t make that clear, hopefully this does. I’ve never actually seen chestnuts still clutching onto the tree like this — normally they’re scattered about underneath the tree! I was actually out to take some photos of the trees themselves — there’s a beautiful avenue of ancient chestnuts nearby which I thought would look good at sunset. We’re talking proper, thousand-year-old gnarled and twisted trees that have…

There’s a nasty problem that afflicts most artists. Some would say it isn’t a problem, some would say it’s merely ‘perfectionism’ or something, but the fact remains: artists tend to be very critical of their own work. I don’t necessarily mean that they HATE everything they produce, though some surely do. I mean that the artist judges his work very heavy-handedly. A painter might hate a portrait simply because they got an ear slightly wrong. A photographer might hate a…