This afternoon, we spent some time in the garden. Small children, sunshine, bubbles.
When I took a closer look, turned out there was more to the picture than met the eye.
Yes, there he is. My little boy in a bubble.
Bubbles
Bubbles and light
Going through some of my photos from this week, it occurred to me that I could link up with the Better Photo Project over at Love All Blogs. So I am doing.
Spent some time with the children in the garden blowing bubbles. Bubbles are even more difficult than children to photograph. This shot isn’t too bad though.
No bubbles in this one, but look at that smile! Even if it isn’t completely focussed. Sometimes the subject is good enough to beat the technicalities, right?
I love playing with light. And this marigolds display it beautifully. Those aren’t blemishes on the petals by the way, they’re raindrops from a sudden very heavy shower that had just passed by.
For more of my photography (I’m really just starting out) you might want to check out A beautiful blog. I will be posting more on there very soon.
Bubbles in the garden.
The other night at dinner it became apparent that Small doesn’t know how the family works.
He doesn’t know that some of what I do online earns money. And he doesn’t appear to have noticed shopping, cooking, cleaning, washing or any of that stuff as contributions to family life. He doesn’t see why he should do anything to contribute and doesn’t understand the concept of team work.
I’m not sure how to get it across to him. I tried talking about what life would be like if he was shipwrecked on a desert island. If he had to do everything from scratch. I might find him a copy of Robinson Crusoe and see if that helps.
If I can’t get him to understand how society and community mean everyone being interlinked and interdependent I don’t stand much of a chance with the little ones.
I’ve never felt quite as invisible as I did in that moment. When I realised that he equates earning money with being worthwhile and thinks Tim does it all without any of my input.
It was a painful eye opener and hint to talk much more about our work so that he can understand how it really happens.
So today I did no (paid) work. I ran two and a half miles. I shopped. Cooked. Changed nappies. And spent time in the garden with the small children and some bubbles.
Which was good.
