a beautiful image. and a memory

SO anyway, what i want to write about was the image i have put up above. it is an image i love, and it is of my little sister and her ayah. i love this image because it is of those two people, and because it is a part of my little sister's life that i have in common with her although at very different times and countries; the being brought up abroad thing. but there is also something about the image itself - besides the personal stuff - that attracts me to it.

it is quite an overexposed looking image - perhaps father took it into the sun or perhaps it has just faded over time. i dont mind that though. it is a very simple image without lots of background. it is either early morning or evening, because of the long shadows.

they are both obviously unaware that it is being taken, and i have the feeling father just saw this moment and took it quickly. he was a very keen photographer.

it is a very delicate image; the light, the trees, the people; one small, one big, walking along a quiet road together, both secure in each other's company needing no other. we - the viewer - are excluded from their world although we are allowed a glimpse into a moment of it..

actually this was possibly taken in the early morning, now i think about it more; quite often in the early morning there used to be a heavy mist in the air, and as the sun rose higher so the mist would disperse. sometimes i used to go to the club with father where he played golf before going to office. we used to take the dog and i had to try to stop the dog from going off to collect father's ball after he had hit it which i didnt always manage. there was usually this heavy mist then, which gradually dispersed. it was rather beautiful - the light gradually filtering through - the mist seeming to rise off the ground - the slight chill in the air and the particular smell of damp earth and grass which is usually dry and warm.

it is strange writing to oneself - as it were into thin air! i am used to writing in my notebook (to myself), done that for years. but this is just a bit different.

at first i was nervous, because i would be putting my thoughts 'out there'.

then i started to get into it.

and laterly i have realised that no-one reads it anyway, so its ok!!

back to writing in my notebook again, except it happens to be in cyberspace.