Saturday, 19 November 2011

Roses




I took this picture last year, but here it is now.  Just because.

Hope you're enjoying your Sunday!

Saturday, 12 November 2011

How we roll...







Thinking about posting these shots it occurred to me I may as well just call this blog "Cute pictures of the kid. Dot com." I suppose the thing is though, we go out and he's like "Wow! Check out these leaves! They look like DINOSAURS! And you can kick them!" which is great, and I'm like "Check out the LIGHT! Right, kiddo, stand THERE, just THERE that's right, in the good light. Those trees are going to make some great bokeh. You know what kind of leaf that is? Sycamore. SYCAMORE. Yeah, it DOES look kinda like a dinosaur. One second while I meter off your skin. They're not actaully called Dinosaur Leaves though. SICK-A-MORE. OK. Dinosaur leaves it is."

And that's how we roll. Come to think of it, that's pretty much how we've rolled for the last three years, 10 and half months. Cheers kiddo, you're a great model. And you've taught me a lot about taking pictures. Here's to the next x years until you get annoyed with it and start showing me the hand. I'll probably still take pictures of the hand, just so you know.

ps - I was so pleased with that last shot 'til Richard came in and said "Clockwork Orange". Ha! It is a bit.

Monday, 7 November 2011

golden hour

Oh, wow. I've been reading A Practical Wedding since forever. It's the yin to the WIC's (that's wedding industrial complex to the uninitiated) yang. It's the place smart people go when they're nagivating the rough waters of being pre-engaged, and engaged, and married. And today my blog's been referenced in Lauren's post. Pass the smelling salts, I may require reviving.

Also, aprops of nothing, William and I went for a walk just now, and the light at sunrise and sunset just now is STUNNING. It almost makes how Baltic it is worthwhile.





Monday, 3 October 2011

Bwahahaha

so, I got me a NEW LENS!






It's a wide-angle (17mm at it's widest), so there's an inevitable bit of barrel distortion, though not an excessive amount for a lens of it's class. You can see it in William's big honker here... I kinda like it.




And... it came with FREE SNOW!





-which belongs on the floor, naturally.
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Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Doors of the mind



I was browsing the internet today, came across a relationships forum where a lonely and miserable young woman had posted a thread. Her husband has gradually isolated her from the world. She has no telephone, no contact with her friends and family, has been moved to a new neighborhood. She could wander the streets with her dog, but he is now telling her to wait for him to come home to walk the dog together, so even that freedom is being curtailed.

The thing was, he's away to work a lot. She has little access to money, true, but he isn't physically interring her: she is a prisoner of her own mind. To you or me it would be the easiest thing in the world to take a rucksack and the dog and leave. To her, it is the hardest.*

It got me thinking about how we become imprisoned by the expectations of others , by patterns of thinking, by ourselves. I started to wonder, what doors are there in my mind? I'm overweight, unfit, not the person I want to be in many ways. But how far are these things I am dissatisfied with in my own life, the ways I behave but don't like, how far could I open that door and just walk out? No-one forces me to eat badly, to move less than I should.

Could I lose weight, get fitter, improve my photography, just by choosing to, simply by opening a mental door? It's a powerful thought.

*internet forums can be poisonous things, notoriously agressive and spiteful places. But this lady has had nothing but encouragement, an offer of a place to stay, lists of women's shelters near her. Restores your faith in humanity a bit.


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Monday, 12 September 2011










Ben and Pete sit while Charlotte and Sadie blow bubbles.

BEN

They seem to love bubbles.

PETE

They go ape-shit over bubbles.

BEN

They’re really going ape-shit.

PETE

That’s an incredible thing about a child. What’s so great about bubbles?

BEN

They float. You can pop them. I mean,

I get it. I get it.

PETE

I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles.

BEN

That’s sad.

PETE

It’s totally sad. Their smiling faces just point out your inability to enjoy anything.



Judd Apatow, Knocked Up (2007)

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Sunday, 4 September 2011

Banana Bag & Bodice at the Hidden Cafe


























I seriously could not stop smiling today.

See, moving to a new place, even when two of your best friends live there already, I find it... socially difficult. I like people, and I like hanging out, and sometimes you just sort of click with a vibe and an ethos but I wasn't sure if it really felt right for us. Possibly a little lonely, especially on the weekend when Richard and our friends are all working and there isn't the routine of nursery, even.

It's a little plain village. Two corner shops, some pubs which we would probably go to occassionally if we were childless. A play park and a little wood. Zumba on a monday night (we tried it, it was very.... jiggly), possibly bingo some other time (we didn't try that), a charity cafe. Annual flower show, village hall art exhibition. A travelling puppet show came to visit a few months ago, did a show, which was nice. Old people's home. Friendly people who speak a dialect I don't quite understand yet.

Quite a lot of rain, drip, drip, incy wincy spider rain rain go away.

Then, two weeks ago, we discovered a hidden cafe half a mile out. It's up a little country lane, no sign it's there. We were slightly miffed when we found he'd been open three months already.

So we toddled up today, William and I, we knew a band were coming to visit. And I had an coffee and William had an icecream and a vinyl record played and we had a chat, and then the Banana Bag & Bodice crew turned up so Mike, the owner, lowered the steps to the mezzanine with a rope on a pulley and took the record off, and they all came in and said Hi and fell on the organ and the accordian and felt the need to get the trombone out of the car and play some tunes, even though there were only a handful of us there and it was FECKING AWESOME. Achem.

They're from New York and California by the way, but they're touring all over. And if you ever get the chance to go see you should, because if the aforementioned awesomeage and also just being some of the nicest people I've stumbled across, ever.

More on the hidden cafe later, there's so much more to that place.

Seriously. Could not stop smiling.
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