tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post4007131472083709491..comments2023-11-04T02:36:30.385+11:00Comments on Thru my Sydney Eye: Joys of Childhood 2Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647929951322724618noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-50335712095410992132009-07-12T06:02:06.762+10:002009-07-12T06:02:06.762+10:00And one more thing . . . !!!
1. I realize there a...And one more thing . . . !!!<br /><br />1. I realize there are two children, but the two of the boy alone stuck out for me.<br /><br />2. Your pics here made me think of James Wright's poem, "Mutterings over the Crib of a Deaf Child." Especially since you like Yeats's "A Prayer for My Daughter," I thought you might want to read or re-read the Wright, which I must admit, still gives me chills. I found it here:<br /><br />http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2004/12/16Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-84565945794418641472009-07-12T05:35:52.837+10:002009-07-12T05:35:52.837+10:00I think this is my first visit, Julie, but I'l...I think this is my first visit, Julie, but I'll be back. You're really giving me a sense of your city, but more importantly, some great scenes and humans regardless of place. <br /><br />The red rope in this one seems full of implications, and it's a great example of what one component (force?) in a picture can do. The vibrancy of red (red-orange?) suggests life, of course, but it's also a tangle that resembles a prison for the boy. That apparent contradiction adds a whole lot of complexity to shots that could have been "merely" sweet. <br /><br />Of course, I could also bring up red as blood, but you know from my blog that once I get started, I tend toward Too Much Information (or B.S., did I hear someone say?). <br /><br />Again, great pics and text. I'll be dropping in from now on, and thanks for your help on Banjo52.blogspot.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-37425351500503698882009-07-04T22:08:53.343+10:002009-07-04T22:08:53.343+10:00Bloody hell ; I saw all those wedding people....we...Bloody hell ; I saw all those wedding people....we must have been crossing each others' path! They were going IN to the reception at the time; saw some ladies dressed in amazing Korean outfits.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06459567597804197579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-40775997621459016082009-07-04T03:58:29.764+10:002009-07-04T03:58:29.764+10:00I like the first shot - the girl's expression ...I like the first shot - the girl's expression is wonderful.ABhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17159965456052359554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-22600695429489629542009-07-03T20:22:29.986+10:002009-07-03T20:22:29.986+10:00These photographs are wonderful. Capturing these c...These photographs are wonderful. Capturing these children taking on the challenges of the ropes with such confidence. I have hope for the world to see such children.brattcathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10382428477056833533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-28883385487560458512009-07-03T10:06:32.487+10:002009-07-03T10:06:32.487+10:00Beautiful. Kids are fearless. They get wrapped in ...Beautiful. Kids are fearless. They get wrapped in cotton wool a bit too much these days.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03182743312553270315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-7579455411219907292009-07-03T09:48:09.305+10:002009-07-03T09:48:09.305+10:00I love you all ... but ... I am sans grandchildren...I love you all ... but ... I am sans grandchildren just yet!!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-77229628984696359782009-07-03T09:45:20.116+10:002009-07-03T09:45:20.116+10:00My grandkids are the same way. These are marvelou...My grandkids are the same way. These are marvelous pictures Julie!Loishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10737705457021667861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-38332759192100491202009-07-03T09:07:00.967+10:002009-07-03T09:07:00.967+10:00Looks like they are having fun!Looks like they are having fun!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18070779113552428820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-76671184881925977262009-07-03T08:52:50.130+10:002009-07-03T08:52:50.130+10:00I love the top shot but it is only when you get to...I love the top shot but it is only when you get to the last shot that I understood why your dad was worried. There is such joy in the fearlessness of childhood ... for the kid.Joan Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16358008925558240778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917748826116414599.post-4359358482960035982009-07-03T08:39:01.226+10:002009-07-03T08:39:01.226+10:00Reminds me so much of our youngest granddaughter.....Reminds me so much of our youngest granddaughter...has no fear and cannot be dissuaded by old people who she is convinced just don't have a clue as to how competent she really is!<br /><br />Great shots and commentary. I'd love to have heard your dad, too!Lowellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15305748075301453010noreply@blogger.com