My fifty-second birthday was approaching and the forecast promised a sunny day so I suggested to the family that we took a picnic to Evesham Country Park (now The Valley but I’m saving that for another post). Back then there were just two grandchildren (the others not yet the tiniest twinkles in their fathers’ eyes). I’m sure we had a good time but the lasting memory of that day only became apparent later in the evening when my son emailed the photographs he’d taken. The little fellow pictured here is now approaching his twelfth birthday but this remains one of my (and his father’s) favourite pictures of him.
He now has two younger brothers and whilst they were recently on holiday in Colwyn Bay, his daddy took this gorgeous picture of one of the tinies:
It got me thinking about other such grandchildren pictures:
Jules from http://jemsdays.blogspot.com/ posts lots of lovely pictures of her daughter but almost always from the back which, of course, protects her privacy but quite apart from this obvious benefit, I also find such pictures very appealing. I wonder what it is about them? After all, my grandchildren are a handsome bunch and I love to see their beautiful faces. So is it perhaps the total absence of pose in the unknowing subject? In them I find the innocence of the child so poignantly real. I’ve no idea why that is but there is something in these that keeps me coming back to look and smile.