Last year for Ed’s birthday I promised him that we would make a trip to Kew Gardens. His birthday falls at the end of spring, once all the blossom and flowers have peaked. The summer was busy with weddings, November through March are invariably grim and not worth making the trip for, and then here we are and it’s spring again. Since we’re not yet through the year and to his next birthday, I booked tickets for us to go down to London on Saturday to visit the gardens.
It’s the little things my mind commits
To etch behind my eyelids
Like getting stoned when we wake up
Coffee grounds in coffee cups
Your silhouette in high top sneakers
And hardcore from laptop speakers
The classics to the more obscure
From Minor Threat to your old roommate’s band
A new series for the snapshots and little moments from my everyday life. These are over on Flickr, but I thought it’d be nice to have them on my blog too. I take a lot of photos, and I’m trying to capture more video from my everyday life too. It’s fun to look back as the seasons change.Read more…
Before I became interested in photography I never gave much thought to the seasons. The months and years came and went, but I didn’t pay attention to the details. My view of the world has changed a bit over the last few years, and these days I do notice the seasons change because of the role natural light plays in both photography and filmmaking.
For all of my organisational needs, for instance with my Lightroom workflow and folder structure, I follow the astronomical definitions of the beginning and end of each of the four seasons. Ed and I disagree on this. He follows the meteorological definitions, insisting that June is a summer month and that I, born at the very start of September, am an autumn child. What we can agree on though, is an informal and less prescriptive definition of the first day of spring. It is a definition that we leave in the capable paws of our 14 year old cat, Minou.Read more…
At the start of winter I hoped for snow and for the first time in five years it came. I love snow, as it covers the detritus of a big city in mid-winter and makes the world seem brighter and more inviting. Winter in the UK is usually mild, grey and damp. It stretches on for what feels like eternity, and is more of an endurance than a pleasure. Winter is the season I dread, but snow breaks up the monotony and makes it seem more interesting.Read more…