Not really funny,

I love it just for the plastic bag jackets...  The old black sack number used on many a camping trip.  Who needs a rain coat..

but I couldn't be bothered,  its Friday,  ....  oh wait.....  now this is funny,  cause its not friday,  its thursday.... so the jokes on me really. 

Tomorrow I shoot a wedding for a friend,  so tomorrow I'm allowed more than just tea  and a quarter of a sandwhich.  But tomorrow I'm officially off in terms of other work.  So in my mind its a long weekend.  In terms of weddings,  it'll be interesting to do one in front  of some people I know.  I don't get nerves at the weddings.. but there's something different about a whole load of people you know.  

I'm wondering how I'm going to get myself into the group shot.

Ok so I'm slightly premature on the weekend,  kill me,  I'm sorry I ruined it for you,  that you have another day in hell.

Another lesson has been learned this year,  I feel as if I'm about to wake up from a long dream..  leaving the house apart from work had become a struggle.  But its alive.. i think...

I need to get back to this.

 And start using my photos  to tell the story in a different way.  For a long time  the photos  have been the story...  the bear has been hibernating.. The heart is back in the game, so to speak. A torture of the mind is called being neurotic..  but how long does a mind remain  tortured.  Sometimes we feel as if there is no way back from a present situation,  no hope of success.  The trouble is not in accepting ones fate,  its getting on with it afterwards.  Though they say the mind is like a computer,  the saying that the mind is a sponge is better.

How delicate we are at times, 

  Every photo I've taken over the past year and a half  has spoken for itself..  spoken for me..  I used to tell the story behind the photo..  this was half the attraction ...  I realise how many photos I can look back on,  revisit  and re-tell the story in words.  The atmosphere of the day. Watching the four or five seaguls dance on the breeze in the harbour below. Skimming the sea and showing off,  all the while keeping an eye on my ice cream. I followed one through the air.. the camera set on a tracking focus. The bird levels off,  the light just right..  the seagul down below ..  but why did I capture it?  to relive it?  examine.. some knowledge of this event.

My hands kept clicking...  throughout all of this,  how fortunate.