Whose Line Is It Anyway ? - #14

Of late, our young one's mind is over serious matters in life. Here are a few samplers -

• We did not realize that our boy was intently listening to a conversation I and my wife were having one day about marriage in general, until the young one came out with a barrage of questions on marriage - "Can i get married?", a brief pause, "then, what can I name my wife ?", a few seconds later, "where can I live when I get married ?". Boy, he is relating stuffs he is hearing to the extent his overhead processor can handle.
  
• When he was asking us questions about a friend of his having recently got a baby brother or sister, I thought of provoking him a bit and asked, "Did your friend's baby brother came out his mommy's tummy or daddy's ?". Without hesitation came the reply, "He is a boy so its daddy's tummy". Now I retorted back, "Then how come as a boy you came out of mommy's tummy?". Now the young processor overworked a few seconds before he came out with the reply "The first one always come out of mommy's tummy". Okay. !!!
• With the current capabilities of his brain's ALU, the age of a person only progresses like 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5 etc and not any finer yet. Incidentally some of his friends claim they are 4.5 and he is only 4. Our boy just turned 4 a month ago. This worrisome thought took over the better of him one day when he was sitting in the toilet bowl of all places. With a worried look, he asked "Appa, why is it taking me so long to turn 4.5 ?". I tried to explain it takes the same time for a boy to turn from 3.5 to 4, 4 to 4.5 etc. The look on his face left me with a feeling that he just gave up questioning further thinking thats all his dad knows about aging.

Pic: The young trying his had slugging at the YMCA class for toddlers.

Pixel Poems - #4

Today a tree outside our apartment patio abruptly fell just like that neatly uprooted at the base as if cut by a saw. First time I and my wife are seeing something as bizzare as this. No wind, no rain just a sound and its down. Today morning thought of capturing it in pixels. How often do you come across a uprooted tree lying horizontally outside our patio. The tree was kind of old. Hence thought of putting a spin on it by placing a budding potted of ours near that to give a perception of life and how it begins in one and ends in other and keeps going on.

Had to shoot with small aperture to get everything in focus and heavily underexposed and reduced flash compensation to prevent the morning sky getting washed away in the picture while trying to get the tree's bark a bit darker still showing some details. Hence had to use flash for the plants. Albeit a bit harsh, flash conveys the intent of emphasizing on the newly forming life blossoming over the faded old tree giving hope of life. A sun-light-reflector would have given more soft light for the plants.

Pixel Poems - #3