OK, fancy a giggle? I have been organising my cloud based storage recently and unearthed the BEST collection of old Instagram photos all of which I actually posted. Honestly, I am not making this up, just have a look at these!! The filters and borders at which I excelled… Proving absolutely that I have, if nothing else, improved my photography & editing over the last three to four years. Do I get a certificate…? read more
One year in portraits this month begins with a photo from the end of last month when we took a trip home to Cheshire. While there we drove up to Crosby Beach to see Antony Gormley’s ‘Another Place’ – I shared more about our visit here – of course it is only right to have a photo next to one of the 100 solid cast iron statues so here are Millie and Tony with one of the figures. You can just make out several more figures in the background, the tide moves quickly here so we timed our visit to be at a low tide to see as many of the figures stand above the water as possible.
May 1976. That’s my birthday. Yep. I am turning 40. A whole new decade, I’ve found my feet, I’m happy in my own skin. Life is good and a new decade isn’t going to phase me. Shall I tell you why?
Recently I have been juggling. Well, OK, maybe I always have been (as have you I’m guessing, don’t we all?) but recently I have been trying to keep a lot of balls in the air and it doesn’t take an awful lot to drop one. For example somewhere between school runs and daily routines (you know the sort, parents evenings, children’s clubs etc, etc) I squeeze my photography and writing. Then this month there have been days out, weekends + longer trips and oh yes the leak under our kitchen floor which has meant a few visits from brilliant builders to fix it. It’s disruptive stuff though – noisy, messy and not exactly conducive to doing much in the way of creative work on my part. Though what has tipped me over the edge this month is not being able to shake a virus that has left me exhausted. I’m sure it will clear up eventually but for now I’m all about finding the balance.
It is only a couple of weeks since Anna and I came back from our adventures on the Aegean Sea but already it feels like a distant memory, something like a dream. I have wanted to visit the Greek islands since, well, forever and as a family we had chatted about possibly travelling there this year already so when the offer of a cruise with Thomson arrived I didn’t hesitate for long!
Motherhood is an adventure like no other. As ready as you think you are, nothing can actually prepare you for the reality of being responsible for the well being of the little folk you produce, of carrying their everything with you at all times every day (and often at night in the early years) both good and bad. It is impossible to ever prepare yourself for the side step you have to take, that your own well being is never quite top of the list again. I’m sure we all balance motherhood differently and that’s great – whatever suits you best – for me though, I have been feeling guilty (pretty much since they were born) for wanting a little head space and time to breathe…
Wild flowers are my favourite. Their understated prettiness, their determination to grow in the most unlikely of places and their abundance in late spring and early summer appeals to me. I have often wondered whether it has something to do with the Flower Fairies books I loved as a child, Cicely Mary Barker’s magical world has stayed with me since I first read her poems…
I have been on the lookout for an open leather bag to hold my laptop and other essentials for some time now. A simple bag to take out and about. That is how I came to meet Misoui on Etsy, hand made minimalistic leather goods of beautiful design, carefully produced with attention to every detail by Ewa in a small workshop in Warsaw’s Old Town.
Sunshine. Blue sky. Cold winds. A beautiful morning, a long low tide.
One hundred cast iron figures stand facing out to sea watching the tide which submerges most of them twice daily. Looking towards the snow capped peaks of Snowdonia. Watching the ships. Watching the wind farm. Another Place is slightly surreal.