This was taken at a random moment in the kitchen this afternoon. The results of R’s brownie baking, L’s experiments with using the inside bits of a felt-tip pen to make a dye for her Halloween costume, and J’s magazine clipping. It was a sudden, momentary pause in all of the activities. A sort of still life in homage to four children and their boundless energy.
On the radio today I heard about a man who took one picture a day for 18 years, the final one on the day that he died of brain cancer. I thought about the power of photos, and of the way a single image can transport us back to an exact moment in time. I thought about the photos I have of the sides of my childrens’ heads, of their toes, and I’m grateful that I took them. It’s the everday pictures that I treasure the most, because they capture life as it really is, not the way we think it should be, or want it to be.
Funny how when I took this picture today, it was just a messy table, and now when I look at it, just a few hours later, it’s an object of beauty.