Thought about leaping and jumping after yesterday’s shoot, and the few I’ve captured over the last few weeks and remembered this which I’d posted last year on my commercial blog. This is my mum holding me at what looks like about 3 months old or so. She was a dancer at Tring as a child hence the splits (I’d have probably chosen a slightly different pant-length…. ) It’s a great shot and sadly we don’t know the photographer’s name.
I was also reminded of the series of fabulous shots I came across last year by Phillipe Halsman which I just loved. There is so much joy and magic in them and the act of leaping seems to allow our usual pent up ‘grown-upness’ to fall away momentarily (but always and forever in the photograph).