I knew this little girl before she was born. I loved the mere idea of her.
On a rare walk pre-Sophie (I’m not one for exercise), I asked my friend Laura (who is one for exercise) whether she and Nick would amuse me by producing a baby. She lied, in a nice way, said she hoped so. But later on, when the early scan confirmed everything was fine, over dinner and whilst watching the eurovision song contest, she showed me the pictures.
I did a very excited little dance. And then watched the bump-Sophie grow over the next few months.
The day she was born, I saw her. Wrapped up, pouting and really quite beautiful.
Now, fast approaching 2, she calls me Boeuff because she can’t say Griff. For a while she called me Pooffe, so we do have progression.
This session by the sea was a long time coming. We tried on two occasions before. The first time we were met with torrential rain and a thunderstorm.
The second time, Sophie could crawl but the wind was up and we were caught in swirls of dry sand.
Perhaps Nick is our good luck charm, because this time, with daddy along for the ride, the weather was beautiful.
Sophie decided though, as is her right, that despite this being a beach session, she didn’t like sand. I mean refuse to walk on it, scream a bit, hate it.
Task 1: convince Sophie that sand is fun.
Task 2: proceed with session.
An unfortunate “I HATE SAND” relapse.
Daddy kiss it better. Sophie likes sand again.
Nick is a sports teacher. He is very good at throwing and catching. Laura teaches English. Draw your own conclusions.
She is not the beginning of my love of photography, but she was the gorgeous baby that focused me, made me work harder at it and commit myself to building my own business. I was planning to become a teacher, in fact I still research for my phd and I do love that. But I’ve found what I was supposed to do. Me and photography, we just sort of fit. Not many people get to know for certain.
Lucky old Boeuff.