the painter and his dog

I’ve never much enjoyed being photographed. I tend to find pressing business elsewhere whenever people get their cameras out. Known to sidle off in such circumstances, I positively bolt when I hear anyone call out ‘Smile!’. This photograph taken by Dave Bonta after a leisurely ‘Supper of the Poets’ at Ty Isaf, pleases me because it feels painterly. I was relaxed when he took it, which always makes for a better image. Jacket was completely at ease. He enjoys posing for cameras. We’re not alike in that respect!

Thank you Dave for allowing me to post this.

You can read more about Dave’s time at Ty Isaf :


11 thoughts on “the painter and his dog

  1. What a lovely photographic portrait! Looking at stuff in London with Dave, we felt drawn, I think, into the steady, gentle acuity of his gaze. This is full of that. And of home and love and humour and gorgeous light.

    • Jean, Dave has a wonderful and intuitive photographer’s eye. Images on his blog are ample evidence of how beautifully he captures his world. I’m glad you like this photograph. I love the way that Jack is dropping off to sleep. (I too was about ready for my bed.)

  2. Wonderful picture. I agree, it has a rich, painterly quality. I am totally in agreement with you about being the subject, I find it hard to relax in front of a camera and hate smiling! Funny then that we now seem to be involved in another photo shoot for a clothing company! ( At least smiling is not required in fashion!)

    • Yes, it does feel “painterly.” And “Dinner Jacket” is good.

      When it comes to other people, I find that pictures retain their interest no matter the age, and often gain in character as the subject ages. For my own, well, I’d rather see me young–though there don’t seem to have been so many taken after childhood.

      I like the picture, and I shall just hold tight to Shakespeare: “To me, fair friend, you never shall be old.”

      • You’re a sweetie and I love you. You look great to me Marly. There is something youthful in your demeanour that I would imagine will stop you from ever seeming to be old in any negative way. I too subscribe to the notion that the people I like best get better with age, and the ones I don’t like at all just get nastier and deeper ensconced in their bad ways.

        Me, I look more and more like my father! My father was a nice-looking man, but his ‘look’ was not one I aspired to when I was young. However the goal-posts have definitely moved for me in these matters, and I cling to the notion that ‘distinguished’ is a reasonable aspiration when ‘drop-dead sexy’ is is no longer the option!

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