This photograph reminds me of Dodie Smith’s I Capture the Castle.
It’s my favourite book. I even brought it to the hospital to re-read during my induction with the twins and actually, things only went to hell when I turned the last page and it was the middle of the night and Kirsty was asleep and I had time to look around and realise that actually, the place was a disaster zone.
Anyway that has nothing to do with the motivation behind creating a cardboard castle and photographing my three with it, aside from that it makes a clever post title.
I’ve set myself a challenge to be more playful with photography. This would be easier if my babies weren’t, well, babies, and were more motivated to interact with their environments. But I figure that the pictures will evolve as they age and practice makes perfect and all, so I’ve started the series already.
In the interest of full disclosure, I’ll share that it was one of those photography sessions where NOTHING would go right. Usually my children quite enjoy photography because Kirsty hovers over me shaking rattles, and the dog is a complete and utter camera-ho because we bring cheddar chunks and dried spratts and all sorts of vile treats to encourage good behaviour, but on this occasion nobody was playing ball. The above photograph was the first one taken and it was the ONLY one where nobody was weeping, so we ended the session quickly and went home to warm baths and pyjamas for bed.
I kind of like the imperfect shots though. These are the ones that we’re more likely to put on the fridge.