Just a little note to all our lovely readers, that we have found a new home.
We are now blogging wedding, portraits and personal life over at:
http://fionaandbobby.com/
We would love to see you over there, to offer you tea, biscuits and visual delights x
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
The last few hours (in images) (Los Angeles)
As children, we are taught to love and honour our parents
because they are our educators. We don’t
know what that means, but we obey and follow.
As we get older, we learn the value of what true love is. Unconditional in its essence. Pure in its form.
I learn so much about life through observing others. I know nothing about being a parent or how a parent must feel but I have learnt so much about the inexhaustible love that one son has for this mother and father, through watching a life through his eyes. As his mother prepares food in a kitchen that is paved from love and hums under her breath as she does so, his father watches from the side as his wife does what she has done over the many years with nothing but perfection. And then I see Bobby, watching his parents, laughing with his parents, adoring his parents. He’s watching their every moment trying to remember these last few hours, so that he can wrap up the memories in the frailest of tissue paper and place them in a corner of his heart that is always yearning for his “home.” We were to embark on our plane back to Sydney from LA, and even though the Sun shone brightly piercing the clouds, I knew and felt the heaviness in the hearts of those in that room, on that day, at that time. The smell of food being prepared with adoration permeated the house, and the aged wood adorning the floors breathed their sighs with muffled heartache. Being present in the home of a love so strong only humbles the strongest of observers. I know not how they muster the energy to strive through the separation, but they do. It’s here that you see unconditional love. It’s dwelling in the heartbeat of every second of separation, and builds in intensity with each passing day.
I learn so much about life through observing others. I know nothing about being a parent or how a parent must feel but I have learnt so much about the inexhaustible love that one son has for this mother and father, through watching a life through his eyes. As his mother prepares food in a kitchen that is paved from love and hums under her breath as she does so, his father watches from the side as his wife does what she has done over the many years with nothing but perfection. And then I see Bobby, watching his parents, laughing with his parents, adoring his parents. He’s watching their every moment trying to remember these last few hours, so that he can wrap up the memories in the frailest of tissue paper and place them in a corner of his heart that is always yearning for his “home.” We were to embark on our plane back to Sydney from LA, and even though the Sun shone brightly piercing the clouds, I knew and felt the heaviness in the hearts of those in that room, on that day, at that time. The smell of food being prepared with adoration permeated the house, and the aged wood adorning the floors breathed their sighs with muffled heartache. Being present in the home of a love so strong only humbles the strongest of observers. I know not how they muster the energy to strive through the separation, but they do. It’s here that you see unconditional love. It’s dwelling in the heartbeat of every second of separation, and builds in intensity with each passing day.
I hope these images convey a story of the last few hours of
our trip, before we embarked on our journey back to Sydney. We will be back next year, and we look
forward to our Sunday morning Skype sessions with these two radiant souls, but
nothing surpasses being in the presence of those who make you smile from the
depths of your being x
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Charlie's Apple
Can you believe that we are here? Yesterday, we bid 2012 adieu and now I find myself looking down the tail end of March into April. They say that time flies when you are having fun. I would say that is true, it's definitely been a fun ride with Bobby over the last 12 months. He brings out the child in me and makes me laugh until it hurts, or until I get physically hurt (what is it with boys wanting to rough and tumble?!). But, it's been a great journey. This could be last blog post we bring you before we embark on our trip to the States. Bobby and I shall try to keep you all updated via our Instagram, and even make a sneaky blog post whilst we are out there.
But before I leave you, dear friends, I wanted to share some images that we both shot for the 19 Days Project. You may recall my images shot for the same project a week ago, but I wanted to give you a little insight into Bobby's mind and the world he creates for us through his imagery x
But before I leave you, dear friends, I wanted to share some images that we both shot for the 19 Days Project. You may recall my images shot for the same project a week ago, but I wanted to give you a little insight into Bobby's mind and the world he creates for us through his imagery x
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