I Am Never Blowing Bubbles....

"...for fucks sake, Child, my bubbles are NOT working."

"Daddy, just blow long and hard...mine are working, do you want mine?"

"This fucking PHOTO is never going to work, I should have bought that remote control thingy...

"Look, Daddy, like this...oops, there went the flash again, how many times is that now? I'm getting hungry....

" You will blow those fucking bubbles til teatime, or until I get this.....fucks sake, theres the flash again...this will never poxy work..."

"How about I blow the bubbles for both of us?"

That is the point where my heart, and my head (of steam) stopped.

I made the shoot complicated, She made it simple.

We are a good team, I think. We are large in each others lives, gravitating towards each other, rotating around one another, as utterly sure of each other as we are of the basic laws of physics, and love.

She is my Guiding Star, a reassuring fixed point in a fucked up universe.

And she LOVES whener I blip her.

This is my 300.
It has taken a while, but it has changed my life, for the better, I think.

Thank you, everyone.
If you are ever in the neighbourhood, give me a shout.