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Paired

In the peace and solitude of the reserve, it seemed unlikely they would bump into anyone – or at least anyone they knew. They weren’t technically from the same household, but they were brothers, more than that, closer than any other platonic relationship they knew.

The silence was all-engulfing. The air was crisp, clear and held the scent of spring. So they walked. And boy did they walk. Mile upon mile, knowing they would have to walk the same distance back.

Something kept them going, though, a friendship, a camaraderie. They talked about everything and nothing, any silences between them comfortable.

So, they walked…


Self-isolation

This month’s Mass Observation post was well received, and in these weird and wonderful times, we all need a bit of colour!

A quick reminder about the upcoming Mass Observation post. The project for June has the theme of RANDOM, so feel free to contribute.

To take part, simply take a photo around the theme of random:

  • Email the image to adayinphotographs@outlook.com by Sunday 31st May 2020.
  • Images should be a maximum of 650 pixels wide.
  • Include your name, website/blog address and a short note about the image, including where it was taken.
  • Come back and see the results on Sunday 7th June!

9-in-45: 4th May 2020

Another opportunity to photograph my environs, while getting some exercise in at the same time.

As I’ve mentioned before, he idea of the project is to set out on a walk with a phone/stopwatch and your camera. Set your stopwatch for five minutes and start walking. When the five minutes is up, stop walking. You have a minute to compose and take a photograph. Set your stopwatch for another five minutes and start walking. When the time is up, stop and, within a minute take and compose your second photo. Keep going until you have walked for 45 minutes and have nine photos.


4th May 2020: 13:07

A slow and steady start to the walk, and my aim was Cinnamon Lane, a quiet country road within spitting distance of home. As befits the current lockdown, there were few people out and about and, aside from a handful of dog walkers, I saw nobody.


4th May 2020: 13:12

The beauty of this time of year is something we have tended to overlook before – our lives have been so rushed and busy that we don’t usually get the chance to stop and look about us. If there’s one thing good to come out of the pandemic, it is that we have had no choice but to do exactly that.


4th May 2020: 13:18

But some of us have to carry on working, including those farmers who have to keep an eye on their flocks and crops, so it was no surprise to see some people at work.


4th May 2020: 13:23

The positive about the route I took for this 9-in-45 is that on the way out the road is a quiet country lane. The downside is that the way back is the main road between Shepton Mallet and Glastonbury! The A361 has always been a local bone of contention, because of the constant flow of juggernauts it ferries between the two towns and beyond. Having said that, on a Monday afternoon under Covid-19 rules it’s a lot quieter!


4th May 2020: 13:29

Despite the busyness of the road, the view from it are spectacular.


4th May 2020: 13:34

The road is the main thoroughfare in this part of Somerset and, in decades past, was prime for local businessmen to earn a penny or two. (I hasten to add that this is for show, not a true toll!!)


4th May 2020: 13:40

Be kind and keep smiling! You’re nearly there!


4th May 2020: 13:46

Back to nature, then; I’ve photographed numerous full dandelion clocks in the past, so why not a denuded one?


4th May 2020: 13:52

Last of the nine and almost full circle! The Somerset Levels make for some big skies!!



Click on the links below to see my previous 9-in-45 walks:

And Postcard Cafe’s awesome “Take Nine Photos In Forty Five Minutes” collection can be found by clicking the link.


This month’s Mass Observation post was well received, and in these weird and wonderful times, we all need a bit of colour!

Moving forward, the project for June has a new theme…

RANDOM

Who doesn’t like a bit of randomness? Interpret the theme as you will!

To take part, simply take a photo around the theme of random:

  • Email the image to adayinphotographs@outlook.com by Sunday 31st May 2020.
  • Images should be a maximum of 650 pixels wide.
  • Include your name, website/blog address and a short note about the image, including where it was taken.
  • Come back and see the results on Sunday 7th June!

The Loneliness of the Insecure and Paranoid

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.)


Ignoring

Despite the fact that they knew each other, they also knew that they had to act as if they didn’t.

Rob stared at the screen of his phone from under his cap. He had a sport app open, but the words might as well have been in Swahili for all that he took them in.

Gareth knew why they were there. He’d brought Bella and Poppy along as an excuse to get out of the shopping. He looked after his Fiona’s bags as he sat on the bench.

Fiona was keeping herself busy in the boutique store across the square. She rifled through dress after dress, knowing she wasn’t going to buy anything, but also positioning herself to look out of the window surreptitiously, watching her husband oblivious on the seat opposite.

Rob had ‘bumped into’ Gareth like this a number of times over the years, a few words passing between them, as they slowly but surely, built up their relationship. He was mature enough at 18 to be beyond the grunting stage, but still – understandably – found it difficult to communicate with the man he knew to be his father.

Gareth got a lot of pleasure out of these fleeting moments. He wanted to see his son, to get to know him, but he also wanted to keep his secret firmly safe from Fiona. She wouldn’t understand, his indiscretion unforgivable after so many years that there was no point in talking to her about it, in letting her know, in welcoming Rob into their lifes.

Fiona had known about Rob for years. She also knew that her husband’s unfaithfulness wasn’t habitual; it was a slip, one night’s drunken recklessness nearly two decades ago. She had forgiven him, but would never own up to the fact that she knew about Rob, that she was jealous of Gareth’s relationship with his son, that she was guilt-ridden that she was unable to provide him with children of their own. But she would never allow Rob to be a part of their lives, their set up, their social group.

Of that she was certain.


(This is a story based on a candid street photo shot I took. In no way are the people mentioned real, and this should not be seen as a true reflection of thee two men’s lives.)