Weekends are meant for relaxation, but mine has been full of sorting out the garden, making biltong, upgrading the software on my phone, trying to stay calm despite having manic kids underneath my feet all day and enjoying enduring the worst meal ever at Spur. (Which shouldn’t surprise me, I know, but this was even poor by Spur standards.)
I did take a couple of minutes out to snap some sprinklers, which you can see here.
Far from earth-shattering in the skill required or the beauty of the subject matter, but I think the spray looks quite cool (also, it was). I especially like the non-uniform droplets which have rebounded off leaves. Almost like a rebellion; a revolution – very popular at the moment, I’m told.
But there’s really only so much excitement one can draw from a garden sprinkler photo. And I think that’s been thoroughly overdrawn already.
…is that it’s just about impossible for anything to be misinterpreted or misconstrued. This in turn means that no-one gets offended, no names get called and no allegations are levelled. This in turn means that everyone is happy. And that is good.
I don’t usually play around with my photos on the computer “post processing”. As far as I’m concerned, once they’re taken, they’re taken: I don’t have the software, the time or the inclination to mess around with them. That’s something else to learn and I haven’t even learnt how to take photographs yet.
However, I just poked this one of Alex’s Winnie the Pooh sprinkler a bit and I quite like the results. I think that this is one of those photographs that is best viewed large and you can do that here.
There now. That wasn’t so controversial, now was it?
We had a minor break-in at our house on Thursday, which capped a completely crap week off just perfectly (hence the lack of blogging). I don’t really want to go into it, but suffice to say that it really was the final icing on the coffin which broke the camels back.
So it was nice to take advantage of the stunning weekend weather to take the boy up for a run on the local school field. We sat there for a while, enjoying the view and eating jelly and custard in somewhat sombre introspection*. Then the sprinklers came on and he made a dash for it.
20 minutes later we returned home, both soaking wet but still somehow covered in an implausible amount of custard.
It’s amazing how one little thing can swing your whole mood around. It was a reminder that whatever bad things life throws at you, watching your 2 year old son giggling uncontrollably as you both succumb to several hundred litres of high pressure water can sort all your woes out…
* I did anyway. He sat there eating jelly and custard via osmosis.