At least I didn’t cut off the top of his head, right? Anyway, I take photos all the time and I record them meticulously. If my mobile’s all I’ve got with me, that’s what I use. I take Polaroids at home. I don’t often feel the urge to put the results online at the moment. I suspect it’s because I haven’t had a chance to execute a proper photography project for a while now, and since I raised my personal standard to that level, anything less (e.g. holiday snaps) doesn’t often seem worth sharing.
That said, below the cut are a selection of my favourites from the year thus far.
The beetle menaces in the middle of a small square. It's more suited to a Chris Cunningham video than an English city centre.
I took this one while we were being whisked along on the tour of the UN by our very efficient Spanish guide. Once I'd downloaded it from my phone, I regretted not whipping out the dSLR for it, although I suspect I wouldn't have been allowed to linger long enough to frame it.
I was trapped in Cambridge by the Great Snowfall that caused London & its environs to grind to a halt. I must admit, I didn't mind too much, being tucked up in the bloke's room and watching it from the windows.
This National Trust property sits on a huge set of grounds. For about a week in spring, most of it is covered in snowdrops. The bloke and I took his parents on this glorious clear cold day. Whenever I look at photos like this afterward, I start to feel like a storybook girl instead of a real one.
Lord Byron supposedly favoured this woodland glade for swimming. Sadly, the pool itself has been dammed up in the most appalling concrete, so we prefer to head a little way past it to the wooden benches at this spot.
I am ashamed to admit that I drank my beautiful Bellini much more quickly than lesyeuxouverts consumed her beautiful lime-green concoction. Fortunately, the waitstaff were happy to bring us more.
The bloke and I went to Kew Gardens last weekend. We spent a lovely day wandering around watching bird antics and challenging each other to identify plants and trees. We also went up the new Treetop Walkway. The less said about that experience the better. Rather than inspiring an appreciation for nature, it caused recall of stories about badly designed bridges collapsing when people walked over them in lockstep. It sways, sickeningly. Fortunately, proud Mr Peacock drove it out of my mind.
I love scanning through my phone photo archives. It lets me whip through my memories clearly and accurately, and at a speed that I would find disconcerting without the visual prompt.