Things I never, ever thought I’d ever, ever have to say

I thought I’d share a list of things my children have recently said or things I’ve said to them that I never thought I’d say.

One night my daughter stepped on her brother’s back and I thought she hit his rear so I asked her to apologize and joked that she needed to kiss his butt to make it feel better. His butt was clothed but still, I was kidding.

She will be 3-years old in a couple more weeks so of course she took me literally. She kissed his underwear clad butt and kept doing it while giggling.

It might have been funny except it was another chance to procrastinate for bedtime. 

“Hey!” I said. “No more kissing your brother s butt! It’s bedtime! Now lay down!”

Another night at bedtime my little brute, who often pushes her older brother away when he wants a hug, sometimes even delivering a throat punch or two, decided she would volunteer a hug for him.

 “Come here, Jonathan. Let me hug you,” she said in the sweetest little, mothering-tone of voice.  

“Awwww!” He said, touched by the gesture and ready for a long, drawn out cuddle session like he and I sometimes have.  

She hugged him maybe 20 seconds, pulled away and said curtly “Okay. We’re done here.”

Yet another night and the lights were off, time for bed.

Jonathan, 10, says: “Stars are made out of burning gas.”

Grace, sounding annoyed: “Stars are made out of stars not burning gas.”

Jonathan: “No. Stars are made out of burning gas.”

Long pause.

Grace: “Stars are not made out of burning farts.”

Jonathan: “I said burning gas.”

Silence.

Then . . .

Giggle.

Grace: “Stars are made out of burning poop.”

Jonathan: “Grace! They are not made out of burning poop!”

Sigh.

Real life.

Why I choose black and white for my photographs

When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls!” ― Ted Grant
 

I photograph a lot in color, but many times I later convert the images to black and white. Sometimes a photo simply feels like it needs to be black and white. My mom grew up in the day of black and white films and photography so she prefers color. A lot of people do and I I’m sure some question why I feature some of my images in black and white.

To me, some photographs need to be in black and white so the viewer can focus exclusively on the emotion or subject of the image.

With a color photo the viewer may find their eye drawn to a distracting element instead of the main subject. For example. If I share the photograph of a young boy playing at a splash pad and he’s wearing bright orange floaties on his arms, the viewer may lose sight of the real message of the image and instead find themselves fixated on the  brightness of his clothing.

This will cause them to miss the idea behind the image, which is of a child enjoying summer and water and the reminder of how important it is to keep the child alive inside us. 

“Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected.” – Robert Frank