I don’t intend to do too many photographs of people as unless the subject is relevant it is a bit of an indulgence.
Before I forget it good luck to Grellan and everyone else running in Clonakilty tomorrow morning.
However, of all the photographs from last May of my daughter’s First Holy Communion this one is the one I’ll keep.
It’s the memory it evokes rather than the quality of the photograph.
Sitting in the front seat of the car looking so grown up and beautiful was the real sign that time was passing. In a good way.
I also look like I have a small servant who handles the steering wheel for me.