Is it just me, or is bath time with a grandson a whole lot easier than bathing my own three boys 25 years ago?
The sun at 57 North is not very high in the week after midwinter. Cracking sun though, and there is nothing better than walking through frosty stubble fields before returning home to turkey soup and fresh bread that’s been cooking in the Rayburn when we have all been out and about.
Christmas holidays 🙂
Thurso harbour mouth, a couple of weeks ago (the 10th to be exact). I was up in Caithness for a couple of meetings and a presentation to the Caithness and North Sutherland Regeneration Partnership (C&NSRP) surely the North of Scotland’s group with the longest name. I took this shot quite early in day, before nine, so the light was weak and diffuse. Post processed to bring out the detail in the “splash” and converted to B&W. The 10th was of course the day of the gales in the North and West, and the so-called weather bomb, so the beach and harbour was quite busy with Thurso folk looking at the waves and the storm surge.
I posted this on Flickr and Facebook, which started a conversation with a my sisters about the spray from waves hitting the garden of our house in Durness Street, and our childhood sport of “chasing the waves” along the harbour wall. Looking back 50 years, and as a Dad, and a Grandad, I’m not sure I’d want my kids chasing these waves.
Well on the 3rd June wee James was born – Charles James George Davidson, to give him his Sunday name. Here he is with his Granny Ruth. His Dad Charlie is a pretty dab hand with Camera (he is a master with his 50mm fixed prime lens) and is teaching me a lot about how to photo small babies. Check out his Flickr stream here.
Calum Davidson was a a well-known regional planner and photographer. He described himself as a photographer with a day job, living in a very photogenic part of the globe, and who got to travel a bit to other almost as photogenic bits of the planet.