



View life with a different perspective.
Don’t be reliant on what you have always done, and don’t be afraid to try something new.
Just because the world is colour, it doesn’t mean you can’t see in black and white.




View life with a different perspective.
Don’t be reliant on what you have always done, and don’t be afraid to try something new.
Just because the world is colour, it doesn’t mean you can’t see in black and white.

We rarely know for certain where the path ahead will take us.
There may be bumps along the way but these harden us to the journey ahead.
Adventures lie in front of us, and the mystery is all part of that road.

Blinker yourself to the distractions in your life.
Avoid bombarding the senses twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Your brain needs down time and so do you.
Sit quietly, close your eyes and allow yourself to digest everything that has gone on.

Don’t let the actions of others sway your own beliefs.
Life is not about keeping up with the Joneses.
Find your own way and shine.

Ahead of this weekend’s Mass Observation post, a little bit of randomness I came across during a walk the other day.
Picture this: You’re walking along a rarely used country lane, the only things around you are field and the occasional farm building.
You see something out of the corner of your eye – a flash of colour in amongst the green vegetation.
It is a book.
Homeopathy for Babies and Children was either outgrown or dismissed as new age bunkum, something you’d only find in somewhere like Glastonbury…
Oh, wait…

He was waiting for her. She was sure of that.
She’d seen him a couple of times around town, over a period of a few weeks, and sensed that he was closing in, seeking her out.
Hunting her down.

She feigned ignorance, of course. She didn’t want to let on that she knew he was following her. Didn’t want to give the game away.
So, she carried on as normal. Walking around like a tourist, she wandered into the Abbey Park.
She knew the place like the back of her hand, having all but grown up there. But still she feigned ignorance. If he thought she was just a tourist, taking photos like the hoards of visitors did during the summer, perhaps he wouldn’t give her a second glance.
Perhaps.

He’d tried to hide, of course, to bury himself in reading. But she knew the stance, the look, the outfit; he gave himself away a lot easier than she knew he would have liked to.
So, she had just walked on by, past the bench he was discreetly sitting on, under the magnolia tree where they had first met, all those years ago.
As if he thought she wouldn’t remember! The audacity of the man. The sheer gall of him!
And yet, the mere fact that he was there, that he was following her, gave her some reassurance.
He still wanted her.
He still needed her.

So, she resolved to go to him. Surrender to him. Accept his love, in whatever form he chose to give it.
But first, she needed to gather herself. To work out what she was going to say. She needed the words, the right words that show she was open to him.
Acceptance, but not desperation. She didn’t want him to think she was desperate.
Not again.
(This is a story based on candid street photos I took over a couple of days, and should not be seen as a true reflection of either of these people’s lives.)

With the current set of circumstances limiting the amount of time we can spend outdoors, I have been conscious of making the most of that time and taking my camera wherever I go.
However, I know a lot of fellow photographers have been more limited, and, like them, I wanted to focus some attention on using my camera indoors.
I’m not a massive fan of still life photography, it seems too staged for me; I prefer a candid, off-the-cuff style (I guess as much as anything it is what I am more comfortable with).
But in for a penny, in for a pound, and I thought I would give it a go!











I’ve limited the amount of colour I have used (in fact, only one of the shots included any semblance of colour at all) to add an extra limitation to what I was shooting.
(The reality was that I couldn’t find my white backdrop, so was stuck with my black one; this drove me more towards monochrome that I would have originally gone for.)

May’s Mass Observation Project is coming up, so take a photograph based that sums up the theme COLOUR to you, however you want to interpret it.

I haven’t yet started photographing indoors.
I’m currently not under personal quarantine, and am eager to have my daily constitutional for as long as I can.
In addition to this, having not long moved into my new home, the place is still a bit of a tip (although it’s getting there slowly) and with some building work going on (the builders working in isolation), I am paranoid that whatever photo I take will show up the dust!
So, with my once-a-day walks continuing, camera in hand, I am photographing the outdoors quite happily!
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