I loved taking photography classes back in high school. When Instagram came around- I fell in love with the idea of quickly manipulating photos and sharing them. Our oldest daughter has also been taking photography classes in school as well as being on the Yearbook committee. Over the past couple of months, she has gotten the Photoshop bug and has taken to creating some fun works of art. So much so, that she requested that I write about it and share with you some of her pieces.
Back in November, our daughter had bought herself a brand new laptop. She had been saving up for months to do this. Naturally, she has been using it to work on photos and music. The photos she wants me to share mostly come from a site called Pexels that allows people free use of the images.
She loves blending colors and overlaying numerous images on top of one another. She is quite good with her use of lighting and shadows. Her and I often discuss different techniques such as line of sight or even point of view.
Her Photoshop skills have an air of fantasy about them. With many alternate views of reality or the world around us. One of my favorites is the one of her and her little sister from when they were younger.
I love how our children enjoy creating music and photos to share with others. If you wish to follow her skills as they grow and become better- she has a public account on Instagram under the name Frigid_Spark613. She would love to gain more followers.
The smell of the atmosphere inside the arena. The sound of skates clacking and screeching on ice. The laughter and screams from the children echo around the building. Welcome to Friday Night Speedskating.
This is the first of many evenings spent at the arena. The building isn’t like the ones I remember going to for skating. Those old arenas had a strange ammonia scent that filled the air as the zamboni cleaned the ice. I miss those old buildings of cedar wood with large ceiling heaters covered in dust. The smell of sweat and cigarettes lingered in the air. The arenas often found in the industrial parts of town. In fact, one of our favorite Speed Skating meets is in such a place.
But this building is far superior. There are numerous rinks, a couple of viewing areas on the second floor. Plenty of televisions on the walls and extremely well maintained. It’s located on the edge of a well established suburb with nice homes nearby. Close to the industrial part, but not in the middle like they once were. I will be spending many Wednesdays and Fridays here with my son until Springbreak.
My son loves to Speed Skate. I wrote about him a few months ago in My son- The Future Olympian. Speed skating gives him exercise and keeps him active. It’s a supportive but also competitive environment. There are lots of other local skating clubs. My son has made friends at many of the skating meets as they cheer each other on. It’s a great feeling to hear your son’s name chanted through the stands. He may not always get first place, but he sure doesn’t give up.
Here I sit writing my blog in between his warm ups, drills and practice races. I suspect I will write more about speed skating as the days go on.
So, as long as he loves it, my wife and I will continue to support him.
Going to toot my own horn a bit today…
It has been brought to my attention numerous times that my wife and I are pretty cool parents. I’m sure our children don’t always agree… But at the last Comicon we were at, I think it may be true.
This is what cool looks like.
Since before the birth of our first child, we knew that we would try and be unique parents without being drastically over the top. So our first born was named Random. She has grown into her name quite nicely with everyone asking where we came up with it. It’s the name of the girl from book five of the trilogy “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. The last two remaining humans in the universe have a child, and she is named Random. Kind of an Adam & Eve story. (Side note: My wife and I dressed as Adam & Eve for a Halloween party we had before we had children.)
Two years later, our second daughter was born. Much discussion of her name to try and compliment her sister was had. We came upon the name Darwin as a way to express our belief in evolution vs creationism. People can use names from the bible, why couldn’t we name our children after famous scientists? To this day- everyone who meets her, loves her.
Our son was born a couple of years after her… So we named him Theory. It finished our naming combination for our children. He is also a very talkative and curious young man, oftentimes surprising people with his knowledge. That’s the rundown of our children’s names.
Back to Calgary Comic & Entertainment Expo- our two youngest were in a cosplay contest. My wife sewed their costumes and I helped make a shield and accessories. (Making props and costumes is something that I enjoy doing and I’m getting better as time goes on.) Our kids went on stage and were immediately cheered by the audience. The kids loved it. The host approached to interview them and asked their names. My daughter answered saying her name is Darwin and her brother is Theory. The crowd cheered again. The host said that they have the coolest parents ever for both making their costumes and naming them. My kids were filled with joy.
Strangers think my wife and I are cool and have cool kids. I couldn’t agree more.
As parents, most of us strive to make our children’s lives better than our own. We get them into good preschools and hope they make lots of friends (but only the good ones with parents that are as like-minded as ourselves). Then we push to get them into the right classroom with the right teacher, and sometimes even a better school. We enter our children into after school programs, music lessons, sporting activities, and buy them electronics so they aren’t left behind by society. We do all of this because we think it’s the right thing to do.
You have to start somewhere. Learning how to balance on his speed skates.
And it is- for the most part. As they get older, they start to push back. Their schedules dominate your own social life. Suddenly, years go by and you wonder to yourself if you are doing the right thing. Giving up is so much easier than arguing or forcing yourself to drive out of town. Suddenly, a moment hits you like a ton of bricks.
First place all the way.
There is your child superseding your expectations. All those arguments, all those hours, all coming to fruition as they lead the pack. You jump up and realize their potential is still there as you cheer them on. Now, more than ever you want to boost your child up and help them reach for their goals. All those future hours and arguments don’t matter, because at this exact moment, they are number one in your eyes. Nothing will take that away from them, or you for that matter.
My son, the future Olympian. I still have dreams for him and I hope he strives for the same goal. The choice in the end is his. I am proud of how far he’s gotten in just five years. I don’t know where he will be in five years, but I’m willing to put forth the effort and support him in his decisions.
How he’s grown over 5 years.