I love that there are a few things that transcend cultural boundaries. When I was a lot younger, my Dad would grab my arm or reach across to hold me in place if he felt that I might come to some harm. At the time, I’m sure I didn’t appreciate it for what it is. Now that I’m thousands of kilometers away from him and thirty years on from those experiences, I feel the love that was the motivation for his firm grip. I feel it because I do the same with my son and daughter.
Thanks Dad, for reaching out to hold me in place, to keep me from harm.
I’m photographing some Dads with their kids for a Father’s Day (which is June 20th, by the way) slideshow. While I was waiting for some fathers to show up, I took a few shots of my son. He’s recently taken on modeling (check out Please Mum) and is having a lot of fun with the camera. This is the look that he’s perfecting right now – the “I know you’re paying attention to me, but I won’t give you the satisfaction of thinking I want your attention” look.
I have to be careful because those precocious looks can be my undoing.
Pentax K20D; Pentax M SMC 50mm; f1.7; ISO 100; 1/2000 sec.