Evan and Claudi on Saturday morning

Evan's photo, below

Falling light - beach evening perfection

Modern photographer, and I'm wondering as I type, did the orange ball come home from the beach last night? 

Dinner time, in that momentary perfection light

Wading out; ring a ring of roses to get hair wet in inky waters

Studio flash - need another 2 feet of arm

Cave-people stuff, lovely lovely, Kev's bonfire instead of his ass

Too good not to post

Aiden in one of his extravagantly extroverted moods, here  appearing on the patio-stage in his new Johnny Hotpants persona.  We're waiting to see what Johnny's like - what his thing is.  Sommer doenit, hos-ja, or whatever Jack Parow used to say.  The joy of Friday evening - everything groaning with anticipation, whilst making everyone slightly crazy.

Kids

Beautiful sunday

There is something about posed, suburban, anesthetic-non-event photos, that makes them pretty horrible to have to look at.   So at the very least, they must fight to be things in their own right - lighting, shape, details balance, whether it be a family breakfast, or cousins called to come together, a photo should have it thought about, and attempted, in outcome - in some way. So I hope these do that.

Fantastic

The delight of this photo is that all the people in it are unaware of Kev's crack making an appearance in the background. I assume because of his absence that the blemish of no Dylan's is because he is the cameraman.  Go boy.