Since I’ve become a full time Dad (until October when I return to work) I have spent a lot of time in parks. We do a lot of playing in the woods and fields surrounding our home too, but as far as my son is concerned you can’t beat swings, see-saws and zip-wires.
Its wonderful to see him so happy as I push him again and again on the swings, and its great that we have a number of good parks locally, but I have to admit, the fenced in, tarmac floored (or the modern spongey alternative), primary coloured metal structures, aren’t my environment of choice, and I do miss the time that I used to have walking, writing, making and sharing inspiration and artwork with others.
So I take along my phone and take the odd sneaky shot, the sun reflecting off of a shiny slide or the shadow of a sapling on a patch of grass. Its about noticing again, about ‘remaining visible to myself’ (thank you for the reminder and phrase Kathy) in the midst of the all-consuming act of parenting a newly adopted child. These days I weave in my arts practice where I can.
I can’t include those with his face in here, but here’s a few of my ‘staying sane’ photos from the last few months without the accompanying excited little boy.