I had a lovely time doing a portrait shoot this morning in Warriewood, and then I went to collect Mum for a trip to the farmer's market.
On the way I had a quick look at a location, and saw these guys having a lovely time sitting in the shade, racing their boats.
I'm a big fan of barter, and exchange my photography for goods and services all over the place.
For a while now, a lovely and supremely patient man called Jonathan Sharp from intouch Marketing has been toiling away on a logo for Running Under the Sprinkler. He listens to my "I dunno's", and my "Maybe a little bit more…..watery?", and never complains about the constant back and forth emails about tweaking. The only problem for me is, I haven't really discussed what photography work he wants in return, so there is that tiny element of feeling like I owe the mafia a favour (only kidding, Jonathan!).
Anyway. I have struggled with font for a long time. I love to have things created by me and mine, but me and mine have up until now not come up with the type of font that is in my brain, (I took up photography because I my inability to translate my brain via pen or paint) then I remembered how much I loved my Father's handwriting, though I hadn't seen it for a very long time….
I remembered sitting opposite him in his office in Balmain. He had a black, bakelite phone on his big desk, and his calendar was made of blocks I think, I was always fiddling with it, and I was always amused by watching him sign things. He had this way of approaching his writing like he was taking a run-off, and then there would be a flurry of movement culminating in beautiful (and to a 7 year old, quite exotic) script.
He told me his father had beautiful hand writing, and he still chastises my own pen-grip.
So, today I took some calligraphy pens to his house and let him have a run with "Running Under the Sprinkler"
I love the result. Now I just have to see if Jonathan can work with it in my logo.
How gorgeous is my Dad!
He wants to go for a surf tomorrow, but there's a 'big swim' at the beach and he doesn't want to bother with the crowds (he's 94).
Mum was chipper today. She even let me photograph her! I don't know why she was worried – I think she looks beautiful.
Makes me smile.
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