I like the act of photographing myself, my activities, and then posting them here to the blog- it almost does not feel right to post an entry without some photography to go with it. This is odd, because I hate other people taking my picture. I guess if I take the photo’s and I decide which ones go up, I have control and I can make sure I’m happy with what goes up…
I don’t pretend to be any good at it, by the way, but I do think a photo can give you an idea of me much more readily than a bunch of clumsy words can.
This picture is from a whole load I took on my way back home from uni in the gloaming* the other night. I’ve got this obsession with photographing reflections… I managed to get Cas’s fairy lights reflection in her washing machine door on Saturday…
(waves at Cas- lovely lady, any chance you could email me that shot?)
The train ones were in part inspired by this one of Cas, but also by the way the lights streaked and behaved in the external images, interposed with the still reflection of the interior.
I guess photo blogging feels very instant and personal. I worry you all get bored if there are too many words, but a photo, as the old adage goes, says thousands in seconds!
* this is just another word (with Saxon origins) for twilight, but I love it, to me it is very evocative of a particular time of night when the temperature starts to drop off, the smell of the air changes, and one part of the sky is dark enough for stars but at the westernmost it is still just about blue…. I think it is my favourite time of day, and one of my favourite ever words.