17/01/2026
Roker Pier | Sunderland, UK
A bit of a sneaky post - currently laying beside my toddler as he snoozes and I listen to the mix of snuffles and squeaks he makes.
This photo is from Christmas Eve of 2017, which feels like an innumerable time-slip away.
Photography, by its very nature, is a forensic record of specificity or emotional charge that - for me, it usually has a visceral memory or physiological response tied to them. Strangely, I cannot tell you what I was thinking or feeling the day I took this image.
Likely I was chuffed it wasn’t raining, happy there was abundant colour in the sky and such like. But, tying it into the role of being older and a father, it certainly draws on the changes I’ve felt between then and now.
As you know, I’ve habitually been found to be quite the grumpy one.
A fuzzy little “Hodenkobold”, if you will.
But, without overstimulating myself with significant moments stacking up each time I take a photo, I’m a great deal more present these days.
Stoicism fascinates me - little quotes from great minds give food for thought, and at the very least - a welcome distraction from rage and disharmony.
A favourite of mine recently, and reinforced by my son and the time I have with him on an evening and weekends would be:
“You don’t have to turn this into something. It doesn’t have to upset you,”
- Marcus Aurelius
Perhaps this is me getting a little bit more mature, as I approach 40. Or perhaps I’m just realising have moments, although significant, don’t always need to be riddled with meaning just to qualify them as great or good.
All that from an old photo, a snoring toddler and a bit of sleep deprivation. It’s not all bad, right?
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