013/365 – A classic is a classic for a reason.
013/365 Not the first image of the morning, not even the second, but sometimes a familiar view, a frequently captured image, is still the one. The sun is low, the light coldly blue. It falls on the...
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014/365 Snow. Across Britain winter has arrived. Outside here the steps pretend to be clear, just to lure my unsuspecting feet and dismal eyesight with hidden ice. Inside is significantly more bleak....
View Article015/365 – where your favourite shot doesn’t fit the 3:2 crop.
015/365 It is cold and wet and AGH! in South Wales today. The weather matches just how I feel as I attempt to retrieve from various sources yesterday’s lost photos. Sob. Above is the shot with which I...
View Article016/365 croissant
016/365 It is rather telling when your first choice turns out to be much the same as one you made just days ago. So, instead of yet another view of Rosie on the sofa with the bare branches of the...
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017/365 Okay, I admit, I haven’t gone for the BGC today. Why? Because I opened the front door this morning to be greeted by a sheet of ice. Here’s something you may have missed if you haven’t read my...
View Article18, 19, 20.
018/365 – Sunday. 019/365 – flight 020/365 – tea Plus points, managed to continue marking mornings even on the ones where I didn’t really feel like it. Minus point, the BGC is still sitting looking at...
View Article021/365 – because there will always be disaster.
021/365 You think you will have a treat, first you have a disaster. So you clear the debris and then you have the treat because now you really deserve it. The idea seemed so simple, after some early...
View Article022 – 028 because I am really bad at keeping up with posting!
022/365 – cosy cuddles. 023/365 – frosty beginnings. 024/365 – keeping watch. 025/365 – private. The model prefers it that way. 026/365 – swirl. 027/365 – wait. 028/365 – get going. I am pleased that...
View Article029 – 031 and that’s the end of the first month.
029 We will leave it at that. 030 Because there can be nothing better than a photograph of a cosy Rosie. 031 Okay, I lied. Two photos of Rosie are better than one. Even if she hasn’t chosen as warm a...
View Article032 – 034 In the second month keeping track of the numbers gets harder.
032 Ours. Our cups. Our tea. Our breakfast time. A chilly Sunday morning, the steam rising into the air. The blue light of early day through the kitchen window. The chill that tea only conquers for a...
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