Josie is a dance teacher. Every other year her dancing classes put on a show. 24 dances, performed by the kids, on stage, full lighting & music, packed audience of Mums, Dads, Grans, Grandads, Aunts and Uncles (and in our case a slightly reluctant teen brother…). The show is very slick and professional. Pride bursts out from the audience. But the best emotions are on the stage, writ large by the kids…
There is passion and beauty…
Passion and Beauty
Elegance and refinement…
Fun and laughter…
There is calmness…
There is belief…
And there is ecstasy…
And finally, there is love
A big thank you to Josie. How wonderful to be responsible for all these emotions…
OK, so it just goes to show that photo competitions are a lottery, and that even the judges are pretty subjective. There I was, worrying about whether to put in the set of nudes (see last post: Nude conundrum…., help ) and whether the first pic should go last or vice versa, and whether the full model pic was abstract enough….? And blow me down, the set didn’t even make it into the shortlist for the prize! Apparently the hand next to the breast was off-putting…. Crikey! The whole concept – moving from abstract to full body – didn’t come across at all. No resonating, nothing, just got passed over. Was the judge blind?!@!!^?
Opening night nerves
Luckily I had another set up my sleeve… Suddenly the judge was on form: Photo-journalistic treatment, nice technical mix of shots, sensitive black and white. Bless him, he even said it showed a personal vision. I was choked.
Of course I agreed. What perception! And then I looked at some of the other entries. By God they were good! Some of the printing was just exquisite. Some of the panels told a story, some were variations on a theme. Movement and progression vs description and contemplation. Fascinating variety of approach.
Young ballet points
I can’t believe he picked mine! Must be a subconscious Strictly Come Dancing effect. But hey, it’s nice to bag a win once in a while. Time to celebrate with a beer!!!
Watching the show
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!
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