After toying with a side business in photography a number of years ago, I’m lucky enough to have myself a Canon 600D SLR. For anyone not in the know, that’s a pretty decent camera. And for a guy who didn’t have a clue how to use a lens and such when be brought it, it’s a bloody amazing camera. Sadly, it’s spent a lot of years stored away in a nice little bag.
Baby photography costs a lot of money, it turns out. Too much, in fact. Far too much. So, when it came to wanting some decent photos of my son, I decided to look into doing it myself. Time got away from me not long after, and ultimately I didn’t explore this area anywhere near as much as I would’ve liked, but below are two photos I took on a whim with my 600D that I decided to give the professional touch, following five simple steps in a guide at inspiremebaby.com. Continue reading →
The 2nd February is a significant date in my family. On that day, in 1998, my little sister was born. Now, she has to share her birthday with my son, as Harrison was born just after midnight on the same date, exactly 18 years later. For anyone doing the maths, that was just over six weeks ago at the time of writing this.
My first time holding my son, not long after his birth
It’s incredible how difficult it’s been to find time to even think about writing here, let alone actually do it. As any new parent reading this will know, and as I also know all too well now, free time comes at a minimum when you have a newborn baby. At this exact moment in time though, Harrison is upstairs having a late supper, and I’ve got the opportunity to pull out my laptop and quickly confirm that my baby was born healthy, and it absolutely perfect in every single way.