Alek, one of my nephews, age 15, flying down a hill on his skateboard.
His grandmother has kittens when we talk about him doing this, probably because she remembers a time my Dad put my older brother on a skateboard and sent him hurtling down the steep hill near our great grandmother’s house in Kogarah. Brian didn’t fare so well, pretty sure some skin was removed that day, but at least he didn’t make it to the busy road at the bottom of the hill.
These days, kids are wearing helmets and kneepads and sometimes elbow pads for protection. While grateful Alek was wearing them he didn’t need them, seemingly gliding with ease down the hill on which speed was easily achieved.
He tells me this isn’t the big hill. In this park there is a bigger, steeper hill that he’s not brave enough to try, but I think he’s plenty brave to take this one on.
My brother, Greg, didn’t do so well, no protection means when he tried Alek’s skateboard, from about halfway up the hill, when he came off his knee became a bloody mess.
Over the past weekend, Alek stood in front of my camera a few times. He’s a great kid.
The second day we went back to the park where we photographed the photo above but we walked around the place stopping at different places when it looked right. You can see the results below.
At one point we were down by a lake, using the stone wall as our backdrop and a guy approached walking his dog. I was all ready for Alek to want to stop, to go all shy and think it was “uncool” but he didn’t. He was ready to keep shooting. It was great that he has this confidence and self-assurance. I wish I had that at his age.
Jacob is not long 17, my nephew by marriage I have known him all his life, he’s one of my favourite people in the world.
Here he is pictured with his first car. I hear he sold practically everything he owned to get it, including his beloved motorbikes. Granted, he’s become somewhat gun-shy on the bike front since his massive accident that saw his leg snapped clean in half, his foot broken and his wrist broken. He had a long road to recovery so I can understand if he has given it away for a while, possibly for ever.
Being the wheeler and dealer Jake is he’s already considering the sale of his car in the hope of getting something new. In a move that surprises, he’s looking for something more practical, something less pretty. I guess he’s growing up and seemingly faster than most young tradies.
I don’t get to see these kids often, living in Melbourne while they are in Sydney means we only get to see them a couple of times a year. I miss a lot of their growing up. I miss that.
Today Kathryn was coming over so we could grab some breakfast in the Marsh and head out and take some photos of mushrooms with our macro lenses. Only thing was our plans were mostly washed out on account of the rain that wouldn’t stop falling on our heads.
Such weather is not very conducive to crawling around in the undergrowth looking for fungi to photograph so a plan B was enacted.
We still went for breakfast. After looking at a few places, even sitting down in one and leaving, we went back to the Lucky Pot Cafe, which David & I went to last weekend. It was OK, but not awesome.
Photogaphic plan B was to stop at the roadside flower store and grab some flowers to take macros of in the warmth and comfort of our kitchen. A plan that worked well. We spent about $20 on a few bunches of flowers and set ourselves up on the kitchen table.
Kathryn actually forgot to bring her shiny new macro lens, but luckily she brought her Canon camera (she also has a Sony & a Nikon, the latter she has the macro lens for) so we could share lenses. She also brought her little ring flash to try out.
We each pick a place on the table, with a black backdrop in the background, and went about snapping our macros. You can see one of the results above and below.
This image is eleven images focus stacked in Photoshop to form the one image. The blurred areas are where I was too impatient with macro rail and moved too quickly through the focal plane. I’ve used this technique before, with a better result on my “Water Colours” which one best digital photo for 2013 at the Williamstown Camera Club.