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While the Buddhily Woodily is sleeping...

I thought I'd take the opportunity to blog some recent shots I took of him on Thursday when we met up with Amanda at Amber's... I'm trying to be very Zen about my photography atm, and just enjoy it for it's own sake. I was getting myself a bit wound up about how fabulous other people's work was and how much I felt I was lagging behind, and also getting frustrated with finally discovering the limitations of my lack of vision (I'm pretty hopeless with manual focus because I really can't see through the viewfinder and so it's very hit and miss, though I'm actually finding I still prefer to try than leave it up to the autofocus, which can also be hit and miss)...


So, here he is at the bus stop with his new train. He's become very enchanted with trains, and so when I spotted this lovely brightly painted wooden train featuring number 1 through 10, I couldn't resist getting it for him...

Climing the steps up to the mini tube city at Amber's. I really like the angle of this one, and while he face isn't all that visible, I like how his eyes are wide open...

Throwing a ball into the ball pit. Bryn is just a little obsessive about putting all the balls back into the pit, and so spent a little of him time at Amber's trying to get all the errant balls back "home"...

These photos have odd lighting and are a bit blurry (my manual focus limitations showing through), but he was very intent on this book, and that grimace is his, "not totally impressed" look, the book was immediately flung aside as soon as I took the second photo...

Love this one! After a big day of running about I caught him in a moment of resigned tiredness, which in the next moment was dismissed and he processed to run about for the rest of the afternoon and evening until he collapsed into sleep on the floor, as blogged further down this page, LOL!

Here's a funny Bryn story for you... When the boys come home from school, I usually run a bath and then they each have 13 timed minutes in the bath. I set the timer on the microwave, and when it beeps, I call out the first child and send the second child in (they used to have 25 minutes together in the bath, but would hype each other up and splash so much that we've now devided the time into 13 minutes each)... So, anyway, on Thursday, Erik is in the bath, and the timer is on. After just 10 minutes, Erik has had enough and comes out, and Luey goes in. When Luey has been in for a minute or two, the microwave timer counts down to zero and starts beeping. Bryn's face lights up when he hears the beeps, and he come over to me and babbles at me excitedly, and when I continue to sit and knit (telling him Luey is already in the bath and Erik is already out), he marched up to the bathroom door and bangs on it call for the boy inside to come out because the timer has gone off!

I was very impressed by this, because we'd never actually included Bryn in the process of setting the timer, or getting one boy out and the other into the bath when the timer went off, but he has obviously observed the process and was well aware of what the beeping meant!

Comments

casso said…
*pfft* to manual focus, I only use it in low light anyway. I much prefer to use my middle focus point, focus and then reposition for composition. Hope that's some consolation to you!

And that little Brynnie is a smart cookie! You need to get him one of those *ding* turn the page books, he'd love them! :o)

Cheers, Cass

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