Eye To Eye

This is one of the first shots I took today (a companion piece to my first post on this site). Later I went down to the DART station when I had a couple of hours and shot a few seascapes. After some sunny moments the evening had finally plumped for cloudy: lovely muted, pearly greys. I took some shots of the old granite wall and steps near the station. The top of the wall has iron bars set into it at regular intervals, perhaps the remains of an long-vanished canopy. A couple of schoolgirls wanted to know what I was photographing. I told them it was the pattern.
"What pattern?"
"The pattern in those iron bars and the streetlights."
"But the bars are all rusty."
"Yeah, that's part of what makes them beautiful."
That brought the conversation to a close. I was a nutter, obviously. A little later I took a few shots of their friends, two lads sitting on the wall, engrossed in talk. But none of the images measured up to that shot of my son, with his concentrating eye. I generally avoid photographing my family, but sometimes a window opens and it's (almost) perfect.