As I sat writing this in the front garden of our temporary holiday retreat in Rhosenigr, mere feet from the beach with the sun blazing down in mid October, the kids were trying to shoot Nerf gun pellets up through the first floor window at my sister-in-law and had exhausted boundless reserves of energy exploring rock pools and hurtling themselves down sand dunes. A gorgeous sunrise had long since departed and the day was set to be wonderful.
It was the most delightful weekend and we had been fortunate enough to have had the most fantastic weather. We make a big deal of these family weekends away, planning the menus weeks in advance and they inevitably turn into culinary extravaganzas. Food plays a huge part in our lives but I rarely photograph it. I end up too involved in the preparation, delivery and consumption. I've tried making photographs of food and quite frankly there are many many photographers far better than I at making photographs of food. Likewise weddings. And pet portraits.
But put me in front of a rocky beach with the sun setting and some lovely fluffy cloud in the background ready to soak up the setting sun's gorge of oranges and reds, and I'm a very happy and content little bunny.