I can’t remember the last time I wore Hawkeye in the sling. It was sometime late last autumn because he liked being taken to creche on his push-trike that he got for his birthday, and when the steering on the trike broke, we began to use the stroller because the weather was cold and although I have a…
I took this photo recently because I loved walking by the wall in the alley daily and seeing the flowers cling and grow out of something that is meant to be lifeless. There’s a metaphor in here somewhere, I thought as snapped the photo quickly. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” “Nature will persevere.”…
The advantage of this unintended photo essay of the flora in the front gardens of Shelbourne Road (and, as I’ve realised, a stretch of Upper Grand Canal Street), is that in the process of paying close attention to the flowers that are blooming I have been able to appreciate them in different stages of blooming. Here’s an example of a…
It started with dirty laundry. No wait, it started with a Parents Newsletter and dirty laundry. When I collected Hawkeye on Friday there was the ubiquitous collection of sheets clipped under each child’s name. And the first item in the newsletter was one that I love and loathe in equal measures: a dress-up event. I love…
This morning was bright and sunny, however it took a bit longer than usual to burn off the early morning mist, creating a bit of a surreal landscape where the nearby buildings, and trees looked physically solid and three dimensional, while the taller structures in the distance (mostly the current crop of construction cranes and new high rises) took…
This is from the unit of kids a bit older than Hawkeye. I don’t know the identities of any of the kids who did these, but I absolutely adore the one in the upper left hand corner. All the others are clearly following the adult lead – matchsticks for whiskers, pasta twirls for fur or…
Our two and a half year old at bedtime, every day of the week: Mommy: “Lie down now, honey. It’s time to go to sleep.” Toddler: “No! It’s time to wake up! Wake up, mommy!” Our two and a half year old in the mornings on weekends: Toddler: “It’s time to wake up, mommy!…
“You hold the airplane under the water. No, under the water. And now you squeeze, squeeze, squeeze and then let it fill up… no, keep it under the water otherwise it just has air and can’t squirt. Let’s try this again. Hold the airplane under the water and squeeeeeeze, now keep holding it under the water….…
This post is brought to you by the colour purple. It was also written about two weeks earlier, but I decided to withhold posting it until today, in honour of Terry Pratchett’s memory and The Glorious Revolution of the Twenty Fifth of May. How do they rise up? Featured photo courtesy of Agent J Written on…
Yes, it’s flowers again. One of the more interesting things I’ve noticed since accidentally starting this side photo project is how the flowers and gardens are changing on an almost daily basis as I keep walking back and forth along the same stretch of street. Some flowers stay bright and colourful for weeks on end while…
The Feathered Rose 