We were having a heat wave in October last year. Yes quite unheard of in the UK. Temperatures were soaring and instead of heading off camping or finding shade in the garden for the weekend, Dan and I madly decided to paint the front our house. It’s what we tend to do on the hottest day of the year, DIY. Not by choice, believe me.
So all weekend during this beautiful weather, Dan and I painted the walls white up scaffolding, whilst the boys became increasingly hot, bothered and restless inside.
Sunday evening we downed tools and headed to the seaside for fish and chips and some cool air – a treat after all the hard work and their patience.
The first photograph shows my two sons Charlie and Rufus with my partner Dan sitting on the jetty – looking out to sea at the passing boats. The sun was just starting to set and the golden light was just highlighting their sun kissed hair and skin. Bellies were full of fish and chips, Charlie has just finished a marathon exploration of the rock pools and that this moment they were relaxed and happy in the evening light.
We have always shown our sons adventure, be it beach days, camping, bike riding or tree climbing. Every weekend we will take them out of the city and immerse them in nature, to run wild and experience freedom. It allows them to breathe.
This is what is happening at this point.. the slow down, the drink it all in… the breathe out.
The second photo is of Rufus’ chubby mud covered feet. He had just turned 4years old when these were taken. I love that I can still see a bit of toddler in those hands. He has just finished playing a new game he invented. Splatalob. Basically throwing large pebbles off the jetty into the jellylike mud, the squelch and the wobble gave him such delight.
Days like these are a gift, the light, the moment and the subject just make a great photo. And when I think of that beach it’s these photos that come to mind… a memory caught in time.