The mornings are darker now. Just 8 a.m and still not bright. How I dislike winter? My little boy, James, is an impatient 4 year old and asks when will he be 5. I bring him to the tree in our front garden and together we stand there as the wind rushes through and clears the tree of its leaves.
“When the leaves come back on the tree, James, then it will be your birthday?”
“Did the leaves bring me, Daddy?”
“No, the leaves didn’t bring you, James.”
“Will the leaves bring me presents?”
“They might, you never know.”
“Why do the leaves fall off the trees?”
“The wind blows them off.”
“Will the wind blow them back on when my birthday comes?”
“No, new little leaves will grow and the wind won’t be able to blow them off for a long time.”
“How do the leaves know it will be my birthday? Do the leaves have birthdays too?”
“I don’t know, lovey. What do you think?”
“No, leaves don’t have birthdays, that’s silly, Daddy. Is it a long time to my birthday, when is it, Daddy?”
“I told you, when the leaves come back on the tree, then it will be your birthday.”
“But there are still some leaves on the tree. Look!”
“I know. But soon they will be gone and then we will have to wait until the new leaves grow.”
Winter, I hate it! My birthday will come when the leaves come back on the trees and I cannot wait for it. Spring! don’t mind getting a year older either.
Two more shots from the centre of Copenhagen this morning. Two more shots with beautiful sunlight. The first, with the DSLR, has eye contact – the connection. Catching this elevates an image. It allows a story to emerge more cleanly.
And how lucky to get a sunflare like this.