birth, reproduction and death of a dandelion
I took this yesterday by the New River. I have a love (photographer)/hate(gardener) relationship with them.
This morning, as most Sunday mornings, Peter brought me breakfast in bed and while waiting for his appearance with scrambled eggs I was reading Martin Gayford's 'Hockney: A Bigger Message'. I am nearly at the end and Hockney was talking about drawing on his iPad and how amazing it was to be able to do this.
For years I have dabbled with a journal or notebook and I think each time have abandoned it because of a self consciousness, there was always a gremlin on my shoulder asking 'what/who is it for?' It seems that flickr and keeping a photojournal has solved this problem for me - I take photos, I write, or not, underneath them - and it is for me and anyone who happens by. No room for the gremlin. Sorted!
birth, reproduction and death of a dandelion
I took this yesterday by the New River. I have a love (photographer)/hate(gardener) relationship with them.
This morning, as most Sunday mornings, Peter brought me breakfast in bed and while waiting for his appearance with scrambled eggs I was reading Martin Gayford's 'Hockney: A Bigger Message'. I am nearly at the end and Hockney was talking about drawing on his iPad and how amazing it was to be able to do this.
For years I have dabbled with a journal or notebook and I think each time have abandoned it because of a self consciousness, there was always a gremlin on my shoulder asking 'what/who is it for?' It seems that flickr and keeping a photojournal has solved this problem for me - I take photos, I write, or not, underneath them - and it is for me and anyone who happens by. No room for the gremlin. Sorted!