Archive for March, 2009
Anyone else bemused by the fact that Barack Obama was persuaded to attend to media launch of Canon’s new point and click, the G20, in London this week? Or have I got that wrong?
In true ‘Wittertainment’ style I need to say hello to a few people. First to my Belgian/American blog stalker…where’ve you been? And…to Helen and Hector, in bed, in their PJs (I suppose it could be worse, they could be naked), reading the blog…guys, you need get out more.
Some folks might be wondering “where are the photos of Holly?”. After an arrival of fire and brimstone its suddenly gone very quiet on the Holly front. The text has subsided and the images have faded away. You’ll be pleased to know that she’s still with us. She’s yet to move out just yet. But to be honest, she’s not been the easiest person to live with. Cry, sleep and eat was her motto. Thankfully, from about last Wednesday its been more chill, sleep and eat…crying is reserved for when she wants to sleep and eat. What a relief. As such, I’ve actually felt compelled to photograph her a few times over the past few days.
Evan lends a hand
Madonna advised her to express herself…then she pee’d (Holly, not Madonna)
At least somebody got the G20 joke
…you’re indestructable. Spandau Ballet are getting back together for a tour. Rock it baby!
(please send all hate mail regarding the fact you can’t get ‘Gold’ out of your head to email@example.com)
Anywho, I promised Darren photos from Saturdays wedding…in fact, I promised them from yesterday and didn’t do it…well, I did but its a long story. So given that, here you go!
a little extra jiggery pokery and this is great scene setter
Great to know I can leave him outside whilst I get set up inside
I went tight, he went wide…and no that’s not a euphamism
After his success last time with a bus mirror he tried to replicate it…almost there, but since its the FOB I know the client will like it
For me…this is the better bus shot
Tuning into expression…sweet
NOW FOR A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!
If you see this man, do not approach him!
This is because the sun literally does shine out of his….
NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM
I suppose its only fair to mention the passing of Jade Goody over the weekend. Max couldn’t have planned it any better with it all happening on Mother’s Day. OK, even I’m not that synical. Love her, hate her, whatever. I suppose in the end she sacrificed her privacy (and some say that’s what she lived for) in aid of cervical cancer awareness. So whilst I never really had a lot of time for the tabloid queen (or reality shows in general, The Apprentice is a notable exception) I can give her some Ali G ‘respect’ for what she did in the end.
Today was Nicola’s repeat ERPC. A.K.A Evacuation of Retained Products following Conception. A 2cm ’tissue’ believed to be part of Holly’s placenta (kids…do they ever really clean their room) was removed successfully. So hopefully that closes the book on that chapter (or should that be the other way around). This time they used a camera to see what was up. Apparently its on You Tube.
So much of how I relate to things comes from seeing every episode of ‘Friends’…hence the Twinkie in the City. Google it if you must, but it seemed apt considering I had a wedding in London this past weekend. Even with all my best laid plans (topped up Oyster Cards, catching the early train) it still turned into near fiasco as we arrived at Waterloo to find a bazillion rugby fans all trying to get to Twickenham. We then caught the tube to Pimlico only to find out that the Victoria line was closed. Pimlico, albeit central London, is bit isolated. So from Stockwell we went back to Waterloo after the replacement bus service was so replaced it was non-existent. Back at Waterloo we realised we only have £12 so joined a queue for the cashpoint. 2 people in and the second cash machine went ‘bam’. So it was lucky it only cost £11 to get there.
Madeline and Miles — Pimlico and Charing Cross (London, Baby) — Saturday, March 21, 2009
You know its going to be a good day when this is shot numero uno
Photo Challenge number 16. Get wedding shoes, a push pin and Osama Bin Laden in the same shot.
…6… (see below)
A 1000 mothers of the brides look on in horror exclaiming “why on earth did he take that?” We don’t call it documentary for nothin’ baby!
David Fincher would be so proud (ohhh…a little trivia there, see if you can find it!)
Mads (perhaps the best shortened name ever) had a star like quality
The London Eye
Cliche No. 1….
At least the road is in focus
I’d like to think they’re smiling at me…but I know better
The biggest LensBaby ever .. aka some random glass at the back of the church
Another Kleenex moment
Why, oh, why, can’t every church have this kind of exit light!
Our tour group leader
“Lady in the red jacket…just a touch to the right”…”PERFECT!”
…3 with a splash of 5…
Second Floor: Hardware, Childrenswear, Ladies Lingerie
Do not enter!
Its not my favourite…but I owe it to those at the back of the room who looked at me as if I was some sort of care in the community canidate as I lay on the floor
6 weeks into Holly’s life and I can conclusive say that there are 3 things that she can do rather well. Eat, sleep and cry. I must say that if I were to order these from what she’s best at to worst it would be cry, eat, sleep. Yep…the 6 week baby blues are here and we’re both a bit fed up. We felt the same way with Evan. Folks in our baby group 4 weeks ahead just kept saying “it gets better”. They were right and that is what keeps you going. Its not like I can blame it on being tired. We get plenty of sleep at night. Its just when she’s awake (and that’s a bit more than she should be as she’s the queen of the cat nap) she mostly…well….cries. So roll on 10 to 12 weeks. When smiles are more than just wind and a giggle can melt your heart.
Some folks might be thinking..”he’s gone quiet”. Yep! After our drama weekend I went on a 4 day course with some amazing photographers. No sooner than I got home we were off to Dorset for a family weekend. We didn’t get home until late Monday and with so much to catch up on (plus a wee jaunt to Bucks to do some mind melding with some of my favourite friends and photographers) its been hard to think about blogging. Oh…and there the matter of going back for an ultrasound to see if Nicola is OK. Sadly there’s still stuff there so on Monday we’re back for a 7:30am start at the day surgery. (which reminds me, Madeline and Miles’ blog post won’t go on until Tuesday) So we’re full tilt.
This is perhaps the only shot I could really call my own from the workshop/seminar. The reason I know this is entirely mine is because, at the time, I was supposed to be using off camera flash and…well…I didn’t. The lengths I go to eh?
No, he doesn’t have mammoth sized chicken pox, it was red nose day
I love lying with black and white…it was actually quite sunny, bright and blue skies..go figure!
It took me 2 years to get a decent shot of the grandkids…but before it was ‘developed’ it was already out of date
Seconds later he paid me back in kind…all over the car window
The boy wonders
British Olympic Crying Team Captain Holly Burress takes a well deserved break from her training
Last Friday was Evan’s 4th birthday. All the old clichés fit as normal…where did the time go, it seems like only yesterday, football is a game of two hal…oops. Making Evan’s birthday special (the last one that he can celebrate all day long without school getting in the way for a while) was always going to be a challenge. Fitting it around Holly’s feeding times meant that what we could do, when and where were all part of the formula (no pun intended). So we decided bowling was a good option, then lunch, Fiddlesticks (the music group so he can be made a fuss of) and then back home for pressies with Granny and Granddad. As is synonymous with my wife’s family, the plans changed. Karen, her sister, wasn’t going to be able to make it. Instead, they were going to come up after the party on Saturday for cake and pressies. But, by 4:45, that all changed…and to be honest, for once it was just good karma.
Just as we were thinking of lighting the candles for Evan’s cake Nicola feels an urge to hit the loo. 30 seconds later and its all squeals of horror. Blood everywhere. We had something similar 3 days after Holly was born, but we thought that was it. I won’t go into great detail (especially helpful if you were thinking of eating anytime soon) but it would seem a retained placenta was likely diagnosis. Cue ambulance (yes, the blood was that bad). Action stations…Karen takes Evan, the Grandparents are given a crash course in the only 2 formula feeds Holly has (wasn’t that convenient).
By 11:30 pm she was in theatre and was now looking at at least 12 hours of observation. 12 turned to 18 and with that meant that she was going to miss Evan’s party. It was already agreed last week that Karen and her mum would do the food. It was just too much with Holly being so young. So in many ways, this party was perfectly suited for her NOT to be there. Clearly no mum wants to miss the party but in reality her input was complete a week ago (ideas, bits, pieces, invites, coordinating, etc etc etc). I did feel for her when it was time to sing happy birthday. We rang her and held the phone up so she could hear. It was bittersweet as you might imagine. Evan coped.
She only made it out today at 5:30pm proving, the best laid plans…well, you can fill in your own cliché!
I had always planned to try a mini photo booth…something a little different for the party bag
BTW…I’m going to be laying low on the blog for a week or so. On a course, busy weekend etc. So do have a good one!
Mmmmm, with custard. I suppose some folks might be wondering why I haven’t made much mention of my DD Holly in the last few posts. There are times you just don’t want to jinx things, but I’m pleased to say that things are going pretty well at the moment. This time last week I wouldn’t have said the same thing. We did a Dr Google diagnosis and came to conclusion that Holly had Colic caused by TLI…transient lactose intolerance. Its believed to be the main cause of 50% of colic cases and its a temporary condition where babies don’t produce enough lactaze to break down the lactose in the milk. Next step is fermentation, gas bubbles and intense pain. We started her on Colief (at £10 a bottle) last Thursday and suddenly we got our evenings back. Daytimes have been much more settled as well. So we’re keeping our fingers crossed. She sleeps really well from 7:00pm to whenever (12 or 12:30am), followed by bottled breastmilk (with a wee bit of forumla), another sleep until 3 or 4am. She does get unsettled between 4 and 6am. Not sure why…but we’ll get there.
So choose bananas eh…well, there is a golden cookie for those who can spot why I called it that. The devil is in the detail of one of the pictures. Go on, knock yourself out!
Corrinn and Roger — Tithe Barn, Ditcham — Saturday February 28, 2009
Sometimes you walk in a room and just go…”yeah baby!”
I’ve moved on from just a simple shoe fetish
Granni California (rescue me)
Flowers…in a garage…just what I’ve always hoped for (says Bride)
Dad’s hands…his hands told such a story. I didn’t know what that story was. I mentioned it to Corrinn and Roger later and Roger was impressed I noticed. Turns out Dad is a carpenter. Yeah me :)
The second of 3 flower shots…but when the flowers are from Tiger Rose, its hard to control myself
It wasn’t just me that didn’t like the taste of hairspray
Goin to the chapel
The Brothers Grimm
Quiz…how many Bridemaids can you get in a Metro? If you said 4, you’d be right!
This was always going to be a bit abstract and a bit OOF. The organists mirror..spooky.
Roger’s Dad picks a odd time to take part in tantric breathing
Rog and the new father-in-law
That’s just plain RUDE!
Tithe Barn…in all its glory…AGAIN!
Sometimes, reality gets in the way
I was in a motion kinda mood on Saturday
I don’t think this is exactly what Susanna had in mind…but I don’t think she’ll mind
Dude…you’re gone bananas
I thought she only had eyes for me
And a few from Darren…THE boy wonder!
Most guests melted at the sight of him
Guess who go the first kiss (hint, it wasn’t me..I call it faith)
Starting to think outside the box. Top deck of a double decker bus. Nice!
And the big blue blob on the left is…..ME!
Taking the exact opposite view from me…sweet (again)
Now he has his own token Tithe Barn shot