The idea for this series started perhaps a few months ago when I realised that I mostly took photos at certain times of the day – that is, times of the day when I had time to ‘spare.’ Unfortunately, this meant that large portions of each day were actually going undocumented. For example, up until a couple of months ago, I almost never took photos early in the morning because there were always too many things to do in those first few hours of the day. Yet, our morning routine is such a big part of our everyday life – our daily rituals may not be ‘exciting’ as such, but they form such a big part of our story as a family.
And then it hit me – what if I just focused on documenting one hour of the day each week? Not only would this ‘lighten the load’ and thus make it do-able, but it would also give me some framework for chasing and capturing light at different times of the day. I wasted no time in asking Liz from Paislee Press to embark on this little project with me. We’re big fans of each other’s photography and memory-keeping styles (probably because we’re both minimalists at heart) and I know that her ‘one little word’ for 2013 is light. Plus, Liz and I live at opposite ends of the world, so while I document the winter light here in Sydney, Liz will document the summer light over in Los Angeles. What could be more fun and perfect?
The seventh hour.
This is usually when the boys wake up and come into our room to use our ensuite. Once they’re done, I stumble out of bed to usher them back to their room and to help them put their dressing gowns on so they can stay warm. I remind them to try and stay quiet, and then I sneak back into bed to steal another half an hour of warmth under the doona before Edward starts to cry. Inevitably, one of the big boys will always come back into our room during this time, usually with a sad face because one of the others isn’t sharing a toy or book or something similarly worthy of waking up mummy for. Rick generally keeps his eyes closed throughout all this, not because he is an idle father but because he has actually been up in the middle of the night (or very, very early in the morning) giving Edward his bottle. (My husband rocks.)
The light is dark, moody and wintry during the seventh hour. It feels like grey light, yet it is tinged with shades of blue. It is light that compels me to climb back into bed because it doesn’t yet seem like light…
And now, over to Liz’s post to see how she captured the seventh hour.