What do you see when you look at these photographs?
Do you get the impression that I'm a capable and entertaining mother? Do you see happy and stimulated children?
It's interesting that we only tend to take photographs of the fun times, the good times and the times we want to remember. The photograph then becomes the memory. Perhaps that's for the best.
These photographs represent 24 hours in my life and were taken for The Gallery over at Sticky Fingers.
I am not surprised that I only photographed my boys and their activities, most of the photographs I take are of my children. My focus during the day is on them. I look after them from 7am until 7pm and beyond. Perhaps I've lost track of who I am. What happens to me most days isn't worth photographing or remembering.
I'm hoping I will forget what happened in between these photographs being taken as it was difficult. Without this context you would think, from the photographs, that my life was one jolly parenting dream. It is sometimes, but certainly not all of the time.
The boys have been ill with coughs, colds and a sickness bug. We've hardly left the house for over a week. The sick bowl was just out of shot in all photographs (apart from when we were outside as we have a hose)!
Presley and Cash have been demanding and whiney and miserable and fighting and hard work and crying a lot. I was in tears at one point with a throbbing tension headache - who photographs ibuprofen though? It's also difficult to photograph unbroken sleep.
We got through it though.
The camera never lies, but we choose which photographs to take. We choose what we show the world and we choose what we want to see again.