On the 10th of every month I take 10 photos.
10 photos over the course of the day that capture life as it is at that moment. I’ve been doing this on and off for a few years now and the routine of it makes me smile.
The photos that I take are so normal, so everyday, so routine, that there are months that I struggle to take 10 of them. I find it hard to find 10 different moments that are ‘worth’ photographing. I push through though, because I know that a year from now those normal, everyday, routine moments won’t be the same anymore, and those photos that I take will be worth so much.
The 10th of October is a classic example of a perfectly normal day, but one that I’m glad to have captured. It was the first full day of Rhys being stuck at home, isolating after a child in his class tested positive for the coronavirus.
We were all meant to be going out for a walk somewhere with Steve’s parents. We’re still in local lockdown here so the only time we can get together with them is when we’re outside, somewhere we can socially distance. With Rhys having to isolate though, Steve took Nerys for the walk and Rhys and I stayed at home.
In a way, I think it was almost for the best. Nerys had a really lovely time with all the grown-ups’ attention on her, and some extra one on one time with her dad at the park before they headed home.
In the afternoon, once they were back home, I took my turn at getting out of the house.
I needed to pop to the chemist for a few bits and took the camera along with me to get some photos of the changing seasons along the way. Ever since I took this photo I’ve had a song stuck in my head that we used to sing at school.
You know the one:
“Autumn days when the grass is jewelled, and the silk inside a chestnut shell. Jetplanes meeting in the air to be refuelled. All these thing I love so well”
I find myself singing it every autumn whenever I’m out walking in the crisp air, crunching through fallen leaves.
We’ve had some really lovely walks in the autumn sunshine (and some in the autumn rain) over the last week after starting a bit of a new routine of walking home from school.
We live about a mile and a half away from school, and normally drive, but Nerys has been asking since the start of term if we can walk now and then so we finally decided to give it a go.
It’s been a really lovely change of pace.
It gets me out in the fresh air more, gives the children more time to decompress and talk to me about their days at school, and lets them burn off some of the pent up energy from being in school all day.
For the next week now the routine will change again, with Rhys trying to do school work at home while Nerys still heads into class each day. It’s going to be an interesting juggling act again, but I’m sure we’ll make it work as best we can.
Wish me luck though!