At 15 my son left home to live in Wellington, he had got a full-time job acting, a job he had been doing since the age of 7. For me it was hard, he was last in the line of six boys, the baby, the only one left at home. My house would be full of his friends on a nightly basis, dinner would be for up to 10, there would be guitars and singing, kids in and out of the house along with the newfoundlands and I loved it. His cottage would rock with kids, girls in docs would tiptoe across the grass in the mornings, tousle haired and sleepy eyed, boys would follow and the table would groan with cooked breakfasts and news of the night and what would be news of the day to come. When he left, the kids still came for awhile, but I soon got lonely, the empty nest syndrome hit and I packed my bags and left for six months to the UK and France.
He stayed for five years in Wellington with his series, traveling in-between time to Europe and the UK and living the life I had come to love also. Out of a suitcase, new people, food and experiences. Then he settled on Canada, Churchill Manitoba to be exact. He was the right hand man for breeding the last of the Canadian Eskimo Dogs and spent his days with a loaded shotgun on the land at 50 below, feeding, nurturing and helping with the dogs survival, every day in season surrounded by polar bears and on his guard. For nearly four years he has been there returning each Christmas, a time of the year I would hang out for just to see him again. But last christmas he never came home, instead leaving it until last week bringing with him footage for the documentary he and Costa Botes are making on the dogs. And this time I decided I needed to get some photos. And what I got surprised me. The boy I had known had grown into a man, and it had slipped me by until I pulled his photos up on the screen, and what I saw made me cry. Time has marched by fast and I miss the boy I once had, but I know I can now fully enjoy the man he has become. He makes me proud, he makes me laugh and he makes me cry. And in a few weeks he will go again, this man child of mine.
Canon 50D, 50mm prime lense