Sometimes they want to use their hands to stop the flow.
And, sometimes they just want to gobble it up.
Showing posts with label familiar faces. Show all posts
Showing posts with label familiar faces. Show all posts
4.24.2011
Aqua Girl
Water spouts bring out some of the the best antics in young children. Sometimes they want to catch the stream in their hands.
Sometimes they want to use their hands to stop the flow.
And, sometimes they just want to gobble it up.
Sometimes they want to use their hands to stop the flow.
And, sometimes they just want to gobble it up.
4.23.2011
The Kids Are Alright...
her head in the clouds, and no worries...
his skateboard in tow, the weight of the next trick on his shoulders.
his skateboard in tow, the weight of the next trick on his shoulders.
4.11.2011
Girl Talk...
...during a gathering of family and friends in Richmond, Virginia celebrating my aunt and uncle's 50th wedding anniversary. I walked around with the camera. The celebratory chaos was delightful. See for yourself...what I saw (well, some of it) by clicking HERE. You may be surprised.
1.30.2011
11.07.2010
11.03.2010
10.30.2010
10.11.2010
ups and downs...
moments on a trampoline during the night, or metaphors of childhood and adolescence; distortions of self; unfinished movements, inchoate gestures, emergent postures...via multi-second exposures, manual focus, and wide apertures (Click on the image to enlarge the ghostly outlines and seek out the human forms.)
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8.31.2010
8.29.2010
8.21.2010
8.09.2010
mime(o)graph
My niece, enjoying the face painting artistry at yesterday's family gathering as we celebrated her father's, her brother's and her own birthday....
6.20.2010
rite de passage...
His 10th birthday and Ari couldn't wait to take the field. He had been waiting too long for the opportunity. Now, he was old enough to enter the colorfully orchestrated melee.
A day later, he seems to have forgotten the tears as he proudly narrates the action and points to his bruises...florid blemishes marking a transition. (I ran around with a helmet and a camera as the paintballs reverberated. Fortunately I was only stung once in the hand as I focused on the players.)
If you want to pick apart the collage, click here.
A day later, he seems to have forgotten the tears as he proudly narrates the action and points to his bruises...florid blemishes marking a transition. (I ran around with a helmet and a camera as the paintballs reverberated. Fortunately I was only stung once in the hand as I focused on the players.)
If you want to pick apart the collage, click here.
6.13.2010
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4.05.2010
longitudes and attitudes...
Somedays, I wonder how those legs...
manage to support so much adolescence.
manage to support so much adolescence.
3.27.2010
demographic clichés...
The other day, we received the US Census form and I filled it out.
After mailing it, we all had a good laugh at ourselves realizing that we had become a bit too prosaic in our make-up: a family with one girl, one boy and one dog.
I wonder what their families will look like....
I wonder if their kids will also underdress on a chilly Spring afternoon and ask to borrow a parent's jacket.
After mailing it, we all had a good laugh at ourselves realizing that we had become a bit too prosaic in our make-up: a family with one girl, one boy and one dog.
I wonder what their families will look like....
I wonder if their kids will also underdress on a chilly Spring afternoon and ask to borrow a parent's jacket.
3.04.2010
Slacking is in the Eye of the Beholder...
Today she woke up and worried about her hair...and the outfit, inter alia. As she pondered the fashionable boundaries of that Bonfire of the Vanities called Middle School...her mother and I offered some heavy-handed criticisms of the recurring morning routine.
She politely absorbed our alternate versions of efficiency with a simple smile and a few nods. Later, as she and her mother walked together to the bus stop, she politely offered her counter-argument: Mama, I'm just not a morning person. You have to cut me some slack.
She politely absorbed our alternate versions of efficiency with a simple smile and a few nods. Later, as she and her mother walked together to the bus stop, she politely offered her counter-argument: Mama, I'm just not a morning person. You have to cut me some slack.
3.01.2010
voiceless labiodental [f]ricatives...
The word truck begins with a simple sound...[tr]. My two-year old nephew has yet to master this linguistic harmony. He is also working on the sound [cr], another similar phonetic puzzle.
Yesterday, as he played with a little yellow truck, and later described a wooden crocodile I bit my lips and smiled. In an effort to master those sounds, [tr] and [cr]...it seems that he has settled on the [f] sound.
(You will work it out and perhaps bite your lips...and smile.)
2.10.2010
blizzard way station...
This morning we took the dog for a walk, and made it to the pedestrian bridge over I-66. Gabriela was exhausted. After slowly carving a path through two to three foot snow drifts, the bridge was a welcoming foot of shallow snow.
Simba couldn't get enough of the snow. He ran back and forth and watched the few crazies driving along the highway. Then I suggested, that we keep going and Gabriela creatively expressed her disapproval in full tween drama.
I laughed. She laughed (well...more of a hyena cackle-grunt), and we turned around and headed back home.
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