Cullan Year Two

I couldn't let the month of March end without a small post for my little man Cullan. My monster angel is two years old and makes me happier than I could ever have imagined. He also consistently terrorises his mother and I but I think that's part of his job ;-)

It has definitely been one of 'those weeks' for me. While the glorious sun has been bleaching the photographs on my window ledge, I have been living what can only be described as an episode of House (albeit a very dull one, with no actual risk to life). 

Having started the week off in remarkably good form, I have worked my way through bouts of sickness, nausea, dizziness and headaches to finally reach the diagnosis of . . . ear infection. Ear infection!?! I get them quite regularly to be honest and they can vary from mildly annoying to agonisingly painful, but never as weird as this and certainly not as clandestine.

It's been particularly hard watching Cullan run outside to play and then call for me to join him :-( The most energetic thing I've managed so far is to stand up and log onto my computer to type this post (and that's only because the painkillers aren't working and I cannot sleep). 

As if that wasn't fun enough our lovely boiler decided to commit harakiri and started leaking in the kitchen next to a bunch of electrical outlets. So with that in mind I'm thinking of investing in a lottery ticket as I'm sure I'm due some good luck!

The picture above shows Cullan on his birthday, enjoying sliding with the help of his uncle Ryan. Ryan came to visit with my mam (mum for readers in England) and was dragged everywhere Cullan went - "look Ryan a haeroplane!" :-)

Breithlá shona dhuit mo mhac x

Cullan - two days old:

Back to the street

Despite short-changing us all by a day, February was kind enough to offer me a bit of time to take to the streets with my camera. Here's some shots taken around Birmingham city centre. 

Scotland's valiant performance against France in the rugby managed to momentarily grab my attention as it was playing on the big screen in Victoria Square. At least I wasn't the only one :-)

 Interesting menu . . . Sexy Juice and Irish Moss!?!

 

 

Best of 2011 Pt. 3 - Engagements and Weddings

As a really harsh self-critic I had a nice realisation as I went through the wedding photographs I took last year - there are far too many that I like to put in a 'best of'.

Conscious that there are some weddings I haven't blogged (I'll catch up eventually!), here are just a few of my favourite engagement and wedding photos from last year.

No children were harmed in the making of the picture below :-)

Best of 2011 Pt. 2 - Studio Pics

More studio work is a definite this year because I enjoyed it so much. I love shooting documentary style and capturing moments on the street etc. But an image can be so powerful when the light is controlled.

I think in my heart I aspire to be more David Bailey than Martin Parr (but would be content being a fraction as talented as either!).

Best of 2011 Pt. 1 - Family Pics

I've started off this year being a 'busy bunny' behind-the-scenes working on the website and some projects. Thought the best way to start the year would be to have a look at my photographs from last year and post the highlights.

These are my favourite photographs of 2011 taken with my family. Weddings and Studio photographs to follow...

This final picture is not an advert for childline, Cullan was more than content watching TV at the time. It's all down to the lighting :-)

Sinead, Ian, Marriage and Nobber (don't worry it's a place!)

Last month, thanks to the wedding of my cousin Ian and now-cousin-in-law Sinead, I had a lovely excuse to cross the pond and go home for a long weekend.

The shite lovely Irish weather decided to do the right thing and give them a beautiful day. Cullan found a golf ball (see below) so he was happy and I got to catch up with friends I haven't seen in far too long. Definitely a sign that I need to get home more often, that money-tree better hurry it's arse up and grow!

The dedication of a true friend, mopping the floor for the 'yoko' that stole his hetrosexual life partner.

Out with the baby photos, love it.

Cullan punching well above his weight :-)

Enthusiasm, all I'll say.

Rock the boat, with the bride as captain.

... and finally. One of the best road signs you'll ever see, en route to the wedding reception we HAD to stop for a quick pic. The literal translation of An Obair is 'the work', but I suppose that's not funny enough to put on a road sign :-)