fotografia della madre

A mother's photographs

Weekly Photo Challenge : Faces

I love photographing faces!  My sons and my brother are usually my victims.


Weekly Photo Challenge : Path

My favourite paths are found in the Midlands, South Africa.

I can’t help myself, I have to include the best ‘path’ poem:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Up

My youngest used to be terrified of playing this game until my husband’s brother spent a bit of time with him.  It was wonderful to see the trust between the two.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Broken

Renovation on a building in my town.

In the dead of winter my son was climbing in our apricot tree.  One of the branches broke as he was standing on it.  I am pleased to see the new growth.

Broken wall

Old shed without window or door

My little guy was heartbroken because of some or other cousin spat.  Of course, five minutes later all was forgiven and off they went to play.



Weekly Photo Challenge: Colourful

A child’s party is a colourful event and we love FizzPops!


Weekly Photo Challenge: Flowers

I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. ~Emma Goldman

A short while ago, my son and I were driving home from jiu jitsu practice.  It was early evening and we saw the regular flower seller trying to sell his last roses.  It was so cold and I felt so sad for him.  I stopped and asked him how much he would sell the whole lot for.  It wasn’t a terribly large sum of money.  I asked him if he would be able to go home if I bought all of them.  He smiled happily.  Now we had a big bunch of flowers that I had to try get rid of before my hubby thought I had gone mad.  So my son and I rode around to a few homes of people I know and delivered the roses.  It felt really good being able to do that.  The next day I took photos of the roses that I kept for myself.