It’s The Little Things: Fu*k Photography!

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Once upon a time I used to lie in field for the sake of it. I want that back, but, in the meantime….

 

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It’s The Little Things: Looking For Skimmers

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Fathers Day: 2018

Teenager count: 2

Mum count: 1

Dad Count: old bugger!

Lulworth Cove: Check

Chats about stuff:

Science, check!

Geology, check!

Not dying, (me over the little rocks, Reece on a 100 foot cliff) Check!

Ice cream: Well, they are still technically kids… Check!

One happy and extremely proud Dad…. CHECK!

Thanks guys! love you so, so much! XXX

It’s the little things… Parenthood

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There was no mistaking it as mother caught up with the foraging chicks and quietly, slowly while clucking reassuringly to her brood, cast her eye upon that thing that had the audacity to trapes unknowingly into her nursery.

“You Sir are turning around and going a different way…” was the clear message to me…

I cruppied down among the barley to seem less threatening and raised the cycloptic eye of the camera to capture the shot. With this she paused and then started slowly towards me. The last thing I wanted to do was escalate her situation so slowly backed away, moved across to the other tractor track and left her and her charges to their day.

Ok, not exactly a brown bear and her cubs but she was resolute and that deserves respect!

It’s the little things… Self Worth

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Here’s a little tip, ctrl “c” followed by ctrl “p”, and what’s mine is yours at the click of a key. (but please be assured what’s mine costs a bit more but is so much better than what you’re going to get, I know how this works)

Just do me a favour, don’t ask me to value my time, my effort and my results and then answer it with silence when I come back with a price… That’s just rude! No will do… It’s as good an answer as any.

 

 

ITLT: Underside

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“It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.” 
― Neil GaimanFragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders