Friday, 30 April 2010

Ella

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When I first started thinking about photography as a business; babies and children were the last subjects I had in mind.  McKinley-Rodgers Photography initially came into being under the name of Dogtales and Dreams when, inspired by the likes of Erin Vey, I was keen to tap into the dog-loving nature of the great British public.  I guess having my own fur babies as opposed to the human variety, played a part too; and I was unsure whether I had the passion for child photography.

It's funny sometimes how the thing you most resist turns out to be exactly what you are looking for. 

This month I had the joy of photographing Ella again. 
We first met when she was not quite a month old.  Gorgeous and tiny, she was a crumpled bundle of joy on her proud parents lap.

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This time she greeted me with curious inspection, before eventually giving into my charms (or it could have been the bribe of a fluffy pink pig) and I fell in love. 

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From not thinking about babies, it's all I can think about now.
More babies to photograph please!

Something Good

Something Good

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood,
Perhaps I had a miserable youth,
But somwhere in my wicked, miserable past,
There must have been a moment of truth.

For here you are, standing there, loving me,
Whether or not you should,
So somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good.

Nothing comes from nothing,
Nothing ever could,
So somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good.

~ As sung by Maria and Captain Von Trapp in Sound of Music :)

Thursday, 29 April 2010

Eton Mess

Eton Mess

Ingredients:
Strawberries.
Sugar.
Port.
Vanilla Extract.
Meringue.
Cream.
Blueberries.

Recipe:
Mash up a punnet of ripe English strawberries with a little Canadian sugar and a dash of California port.

Fold the finest kiwi extract into softly whipped New Zealand cream and mix with essential pieces of meringue.

Finish with a sprinkling of blueberries and serve.

And there you have the Brit Bloggers Collective.
A true decadent delight.