Tag Archives: dancing

Ruben dancing into the air

Now I know that I have published the odd post featuring the female form. Beautiful it is too, and I’ve loved every moment of every photo shoot. But maybe it’s time to even up the score… So here are some images of the male form, and in spectacular condition too. This is Ruben, a man who can soar, seemingly effortlessly, through the air.

Ruben 4


How many hours of practice does it take to be able to do this? They say 10,000 to master an instrument. This is a life’s dedication. So it’s great to record the beauty of Ruben’s skill.





Ruben 3


Ruben 2

Unsurprisingly, the feet take some wear and tear. But a short rest and then Ruben is ready to fly again. Up, up and away. Amazing….

Ruben 5


Dancing underwater

I think I must be a very trying father. The kids start to complain the moment they catch sight of a tripod. If we go for a walk they demand I leave the camera at home. Not that I ever listen. And secretly I think they like some of the images…

A nymph and jewelled light

A nymph and jewelled light

This summer I got them to dance underwater for me. Immy went for the elegant look, Charles the muscular…

the joy of being a teenager

the joy of being a teenager

Dancing to her fingertips

Dancing to her fingertips

Me looking at him looking at me

Me looking at him looking at me


I wonder what the kids will think? They’ll probably remember how I got them to swim back and forth endlessly posing underwater. But given I’m a trying father I shall keep on trying. And one day they will see these pics as the joys of summer – good memories now the weather is deteriorating.

Immy and her shadow

Immy and her shadow

Dancing in Death

The French call them natures mortes, but I don’t see them as dead. And we call them still lives, but, to be honest, I don’t think they look still either. I think they’re dancing…


Slide to the right...

Swaying to the right…


Slide to the left...

Groove to the left…


My hostas are going over – it’s the time of year – but their skeletons are full of movement. A last hurrah before the cold comes in. Beautiful, right to the end.

Waves and folds

Waves and folds


and a final twirl...

and a final twirl…

Jive, ballet, tap – these kids can do it all!

About to begin

How proud can you get as a Dad? Very, is the answer, when your little girl gets up on the stage and dances her heart out.

Reaching for the sky

Ballet – strike the pose

Rockin the jive

Eyes drifting right…

There must have been 70-80 girls in the show. 26 songs, fantastic choreography, costumes, music. A real show.

The cutest are always the youngsters. Here’s Nellie the Elephant:

I’ve been spotted by Wren in the middle…

From Nellie to Ballet.

Freya is a cutie


The show ranges from the babies to teens.

Tappety tap tap


Too young to point yet

Of course, there won’t ever be a more positive audience than the one for this show. Pride doesn’t really capture it: All the applause, whistles, cheering, waving. Total overwhelming love!

Dancing queens

If you like this post, try: The madness of a Peck weekend in Suffolk

Imperial Russians ride again! (part 2)

Right! If you’re reading this without having read ‘Imperial Russia Rides Again, part 1’ then STOP! Go back, read last week’s post about the great city of St Petersburg. Notice that it seemed deserted; and then revisit this post on the Russians themselves. Where are they in the city and what are they like….?

Well, Russians are clearly different. For example, take a look at this menu. A lunch menu, mind you. Not exactly a threatening time of day….

(I always make my bodyguard stand outside...)

So I walked the city, trying to see what the Russkies were like. And to be honest, they seemed like a jolly bunch. Intent on having a good time, and downing a lot of vodka.

Wednesday night in St Petersburg

Maybe I was projecting, but it did seem like alcohol played a big role in the everyday life of the locals. As a Brit, of course, I could empathise…

Sailor on the sauce

Midday stumble fumble

Sleeping it off...

But although the booze was in evidence, that’s not the over-riding impression of St Petersburg locals. Much more was the sense that this is a romantic city, and the people are desperate to be in love. There were couples everywhere, frequently in a clinch. Padlocks on the bridges, swearing enduring love from Nadjas to Andreys. Weddings all over the place, with happy couples posing for cliches.

Do they keep the keys just in case, or chuck them in the river?

The doves, white, of course...

The city seemed to be full of beautiful women too. Perhaps not so bad, if the city is a romantic hotspot

Preparing for the evening on the town

Shapely legs posing with Pete the Great (high heels VERY common)

And my last impression of St Petersburg… Slightly anarchic, crazy and surreal. Understandable in a country that is still waking up I guess.

A changing hut for the inner city beach

Nostalgia for the old church? Nah, she's gazing at the speedboat!

This guy is scary!

Last image looks backwards. This chap was clearly from a previous era. I don’t think he’s part of the new Russia. He simply looks too melancholy, too,…. Russian?

Those were the days...