Theme Thursday with Clan Donaldson is black and white this week, which I was sooo looking forward to, to put my o's to good use, until my true ace but still not a DSLR camera broke. Sadness. Because I do have a fascination for the black and white, particularly for finding mood, subject matter and insight that is centrally transformed when viewed through a more limited spectrum of light and color. But I am stuck using my chintzy point and shoot and then using Picasa's various filters to bring out what I would undoubtedly have mustered on my own capacity had I my trusty camera. Had enough of Rebekah-speak? Me too.
Peter, as most first-born, is my black and white kid. Always seeing things from his own, unbendable perspecitve. This morning he woke up at 4:15, absolutely no complaints, in order to be at swim practice at 5:30. He tells us that under no circumstances does he ever need less than an hour to get ready for whatever it is he is going to do that day. He starts every. single. day. with the hottest shower he can stand, no exceptions. Ever. He has told me a morning shower is more efficient and longer lasting than a Red Bull when it comes to getting yourself going. Clothes somehow find themselves on his body despite Peter's snail-like efforts to appear motionless. Fascinating, really, and he has taken as long as 15 minutes to accomplish socking one foot. He then sits down to two and exactly two bowls of cereal, and they must be two different kinds of cereal. It is a very rare occasion Peter will concede to have something else for breakfast, unless it's an omelette with olives, bacon, cheese. That's acceptable, on occasion. Black and white.
When I picked him up from swimming today, I told him my idea for a photo shoot and BEGGED him just to do what I asked. So although this is what he is seen doing at this time of day, it was nonetheless staged. He suggested that smoking a hand-rolled cigarette with the smoke wafting dolefully in obdurate convergence would look much cooler. SO you can imagine that for his sake. He afforded me exactly five minutes to accomplish my purpose, groaned every time I asked him to scoot just a little to the right, and literally counted down the seconds and and dismissed me from his presence.
Everybody needs a Peter.