Soft, rippling water
Mallard meditates, calmly
Keeps a watchful eye
Why do so many cooks think
It must include cheese?
With the pressure cracks appearing
Where the stress is brought to bear
As the heat begins increasing
And there’s tension in the air
The expansion joints are suff’ring
And decisions must be made
Do we need to start explaining
Why we aren’t prepared to trade
Are there insults in our future?
Or will difficulties rise?
No, we will remain united
I can see it in your eyes
So we sit in meditation
On the troubles we’ve been through
And despite the opposition
We know what we have to do
It may be that this decision
Isn’t one we want to make
But we’ll act with dedication
And we will not ever flake
And with all our good intentions
We are standing proud and tall
We are standing here for justice
Knowing truth will conquer all
Children get a break from school
Rain starts the first day
Blue sky, fluffy clouds
Spring seems to be here at last
Air still feels chilly
Yapping dog joins dawn chorus
Sounds of contentment
Happy dawn chorus
Welcoming the longer days
A brand new season
Children planting sunflowers
Measuring, each day
You may have noticed that although I often speak about my children and grandchildren, I never include photos of identifiable people. I believe that most people protect their credit card details better than they protect their children!
After school, yesterday, my wife and I took two of our grandchildren to the park. They were enjoying themselves on the various swings and slides, and then they both went to sit in this egg-shaped spinner. It looked really sweet, so I got out my camera.
As I was lining up the photo, a park keeper stopped alongside and said, “You’re not allowed to use that here.”
For a moment, I wondered who he was speaking to. Then I realised it was me.
“The camera – You’re not allowed to use it here.”
Now, after 9/11 I was doing a photography course and I encountered a number of security guards who thought they were doing their job by stopping people taking photos in public places. So I looked into the rules and, yes, photos are allowed in public places.
This particular park, of course, is not a public place. It belongs to a local former mansion now turned into a museum.
“So where’s the sign?” I asked, not realising that I was right next to one! Yes. Embarrassing!
He started to explain, but I cut him short.
“It’s okay. I know the reason.”
“It’s not about you,” he said, “It’s to protect your grandchildren.”
“I know,” I said, and I put my camera back in its bag as he walked away.
This is not paranoia. As it happens, I agree with the rule. I think all children’s play areas should ban photographs. There are too many people out there willing to take, and sell, photos of children for obscene purposes.
So, yes. I complied. I took no photos. Because I know that in giving up that right, I am protecting, not only my own grandchildren, but children everywhere.
She talks, he listens.
Then he talks and she listens.