Thursday, August 29, 2013

My Wild Berries. Six


Weekly portraits of my children inspired by You Are My Wild

Jet Lag
This time last week. Luckily the girls recovered in time to start school today.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The America's Cup

We are back from our trip 'home' to California and school starts tomorrow. There are lots of lovely summer memories for us to look back on and absorb but today I want to tell you about our day out in San Francisco to watch the America's Cup.

We actually got to see one of the final races in the Louis Vuitton Cup, the challenger series, that determines which boat races the defender (USA) in the America’s Cup Finals. After a month of races the last two in the race were the boats from New Zealand and Italy.

The America's Cup has been contested since 1851 making it the oldest trophy in international sport. Having grown up as the daughter of a passionate yacht racer, I've known of it's existence for as long as I could remember. We knew the 2013 race would be coming to San Francisco before we even left to live in France but it was a lucky coincidence that we happened to be back there at just the right time. Rather like cycling, yacht racing is a better participation sport than spectator sport, but this year for the first time the organizers have tried to make it more spectator friendly with a grandstand overlooking the picturesque race course.

We paid for the seats, but we could just have easily watched for free from the shore as all these people in front of us were doing. However, the thrill of being in attendance at a major sporting event and access to the beer tent just about made the seats worthwhile. I got better photos too!

Racing yachts have come a long way since 1851. The boats in this year's race are more like space ships than sailing boats and literally fly when they really get going. This is not the racing I grew up doing!

The trouble with sailing is not only is it difficult to watch, but it is also incredibly weather dependent and these super hi-tech boats are prone to breaking. A lot. Team New Zealand was way out in the lead when their dagger board became jammed and they had to abandon the race...

...leaving the Italian boat to sail home uncontested. A bit of an anti-climax for what was already a short race but that's sailing!

The New Zealand boat was soon fixed and graciously sailed in close to the grandstand so that the crowd could see better which made for much better pictures than if they had actually been racing! The crowd clicked away while the race committee decided whether the wind conditions would permit the second race of the day to go ahead.

While they deliberated, we checked out the America's Cup Village where you can see an AC45 catamaran up close. That's the angle the boats are at when they are going at high speed!

There were some fun games for little kids which kept Florence entertained.

She took a while to master the catamaran trampoline, but was so pleased with herself once she finally figured how to climb to the top. It might be a while before she's ready to take to the high seas though.

Eventually it was decided that the wind was too strong for the second race to start. However, the conditions were fine for a junior regatta of much more stable boats. Although the super yachts are amazing to watch, it was in some ways more fascinating to watch these simple races close to shore and the girls got quite into what was going on.

It is ten years this week since my Dad's premature death from cancer. He taught me to sail and he taught Keith to sail. I wish he could have taught his granddaughters to sail too. He would have absolutely loved the chance to watch the America's Cup live so I am so glad we took the opportunity to go and see it.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

My Wild Berries. Five


Weekly portraits of my children inspired by You Are My Wild

It's been a busy week. Our last week in California visiting our home and friends before we return to Paris and start school. Not much time for writing blogposts or working on photos. While you wait for more reports from our trip to Crete, here's a fun portrait of all four girls on a windy visit to Heraklion, Crete's capital city. The more I look at this photo,the more I love it. It's the way they are!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

My Wild Berries. Four


Weekly portraits of my children inspired by You Are My Wild

Georgia and I went for a walk in a village in Crete
and found the perfect door and the perfect light to pose for a pretty portrait.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Crete: The Water Post


Finally, a mere month after we returned from Crete, some photos of our holiday there. We went to find some sun and relax. It didn't feel like I was taking that many photos, but once they were downloaded it turned out I did! This is the first of four posts I have planned for you.

We arrived at our villa on the night of the supermoon and woke up to blue skies and a view of the sea. We spent our mornings by the pool reading and swimming and the afternoons at the beach. After trying a few different ones, we settled on a favourite and went back every day. Most evenings we ate at the villa but on a few nights we watched the sun set over the sea while we enjoyed the local seafood.

Somedays we did summon up the energy to do some sightseeing. Next up: The City.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

My Wild Berries. Three

My Wild Berries - three

Weekly portraits of my children inspired by You Are My Wild

We are just back from a wild and wonderful weekend on the Northern California coast filled with simple pleasures and best friends. I will share more about the trip soon but for now here is a portrait of Savannah enjoying the rope swing on the property where we stayed. Coincidentally, the third portrait in a row taken while the subject is moving. I'm sensing a theme in this kid photography!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

My Wild Berries. Two


Weekly portraits of my children inspired by You Are My Wild

Sunshine at Bedtime*

We have had the most amazing weather in Paris for the last three weeks. The best we have ever seen. We've spent as much time outside as possible, eating on the terrace and playing in the garden. It stays light so long at this time of year that bedtimes have been getting later and later. No point in worrying about it when there's no pressing need to get up early the next morning. This photo was taken after dinner one evening last week when Florence insisted on going back out to do 'jumpoling'. She bounced on the trampoline non stop for half an hour while I took photos and the light faded. Eventually she admitted she was tired and went to bed without a fuss even though it wasn't dark outside!

*From a poem in one of Florence's favourite books by Shirley Hughes that perfectly describes her summer; "Sunshine at bedtime, why isn't it dark?"
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