An Apple a Day
Woolacombe, North Devon, June 2005
We are on our summer holiday in North Devon, staying in an apartment in Woolacombe — one of those places where the beach seems to go on forever and the Atlantic air has that particular quality that makes everyone slightly sunburned and enormously hungry by teatime. We come here partly because this is where I grew up; my parents live in Braunton, just a few miles inland, and a holiday here gives the boys the chance to spend proper time with their Grandma and Grandpa.
It had been a long and glorious day at the seaside, and Monty — not yet two years old — was winding down on the balcony with an apple, which is about as wholesome an end to a beach day as you could wish for. I was leaning over from above when he looked up at me with that expression of cheerful mischief that I would come to know very well over the following years. The overhead angle, the slatted bench filling the frame, the apple clutched in one chubby fist — it all came together rather nicely.
Canon EOS-1Ds MkII with EF 24-70mm f/2.8L lens at 34mm, 1/100 sec, f/8, ISO 100, Lightroom, Photoshop, Silver Efex Pro 2
