amara, what have you drawn? | klutch Photography | family photography

November 5, 2014

amara: "momma, come in to my class and look at my work"!

this was the greeting i received after school pick up.

Me: "sure baby, i'd love to"

she's in grade one and "YES DARLING, your letter printing is top shelf, i can see the B D mix up has corrected itself, way to go"!

can we move on to momma's favorite the ART BOOK, (sigh...oh I love the art book part)! she knows it too, holds that fucker hostage till we got through all the OTHER learning books which includes math and what i believe was science...not certain!? i have the concentration of a squirrel, any amount of time over 5 minutes and you've lost me...till we hit the her ART BOOK!

it does not disappoint! she's got pics of sophie in there and some wicked grade one style landscapes...all so divine. then i spot THIS gem, ok i must be a sick person because my first glance has me howling internally and also slightly concerned that child services are coming to "check out our home environment" with this Picasso crayon /pencil masterpiece.

so this is what I see in the picture...

a girl ( perhaps a transvestite) with a large penis "hopefully" peeing (and NOT something else) jumping for joy (one leg behind her and the other is on the ground) with what appears to be penis arm transplants or "she/he" have packed dildos in their my pockets (very large scale dildos). her friend also has penis arm transplants or has sewn dildos onto her dress, not sure which one is which...oh and a chair in a field!

all of this is concerning and fucking hysterical!

ok don't laugh or freak out dina...ask her first don't assume.

or i could do as my portuguese mother always instructs me to do when i have something to say to my mother inlaw (sorry barb) "boca colada" (which means shut your mouth in portuguese).

nope can't do that.

me: "amara, tell me about this drawing" .

(i've pulled the phone out to take a picture, with sharp grunting breaths to hold back the roar of laughter i want to let out. oh good lord, this picture is getting funnier by the second. maybe it's the hearts in the black hair that match the tip of the penis...great attention to detail has been placed here people!)

amara's teacher is still in the room and she's NOT helping me at all to keep it together

teacher: "isn't their art amazing" (with a reaffirming head shake)

(that's it, howling. i can't stop)

amara: " momma, this is me and you"

me: "interesting". "what i'm i wearing amara"?

amara: "your sitting on a brown chair at the hair dresser's wearing red tights and pink high heels"

me: "well of course i am and don't i look amazing!"

omg, i love kids art and i'm an asshole.

sigh.

oops.

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that song | Klutch Photography | Vancouver family photographer

September 3, 2014

we wait all year for this. the boat is packed, music is LOUD and were charging down the lake on a mission of creating a good time with cabin friends and blended drinks (courtesy of the magic bullet & the canadian tire power inverter). the wind is sweet & fresh in fragrance, i've always thought gain should make a detergent smelling of the lake, they would call it "CABIN f'n FRESH". the air is so warm, it's shocking at this speed and we are gliding smoothly along in this fish bowl of nature. surrounded by the beauty, the ridge of trees float on the skyline, it totally reminds me of how children cut paper. jagged, yet perfect. at this moment nothing could be more de vine, nothing... till that song comes on.

interesting how a song can make you think and feel, perhaps it's because i was in that surreal place, that place that allows you to think deeper, create more...almost meditative. it sounds like heaven through the speakers, being song by all. that song very quickly became the shovel digging in the hole of my emotions. sharp and hard it pries it's cold lyrics in my soft newly turned sadness. without warning it's shovelling and spewing my emotions all over the unexpecting boat riders.

greg's on to me. i can see he's putting the pieces together in that high functioning brain of his. his face has changed, he knows.

swallowing is hard and it starts to feel like i'm getting punched in the inside of my throat. it's like that dam broken faucet in my master bath, the water is running and i'm try to turn it off but the handle keeps spinning. i can't stop thinking of her and her mother.

robotically i wipe every three seconds...will this ever stop? fuck, this song has never affected me like this, why now?

the song ends as we arrive, with all the other boats trailing right behind us. i'm trying desperately to keep my mannerism's the same along with the tone of my voice and if anyone asks i will tell them "no i'm fine, i just got some wind in my eye's". head held low, i put myself back together.

the day would continue as planned. joyful and memory keeping. she never left me that day as i watch my now 6 year old play.

greg has never played that song since.