I really can’t remember exactly when I took this photo, but J’s recent photography exhibition stirred a nostalgia in me. He made me want to look through all my old photos, all taken with my old Fuji. Some are good, others are just OK, and older ones are just rubbish. Ah, the good ol’ days, when I took snaps without a care in the world. I take better pictures now, or so I hope, but there’s nothing wrong in them, it’s a step I had to take. To a certain extent, that simple camera ignited my interest in photography. When J used what is now ‘my’ trusty EOS 30D, I carried my little Fuji everywhere with me. The beauty of it was that before we had smartphones with what are now considered to be pretty good cameras, all we had were little-but-still-on-the-bulky-side point and shoot devices. They were adequate but it was nothing compared to SLRs. I’m guessing that this shot was just a souvenir snap with that Fuji.
It was only during my years living in Surrey, just outside the M25 and studying in London, that I appreciated what a real commute to work was like. I remember my very first day on the train from Woking to Waterloo. It was, without wanting to exaggerate, a total nightmare. It took me a little more than three hours to get to Kensington. It was chaotic – it always is to be honest but that day was awful. All the lines had delays and many services were suspended or cancelled. It was my first day of lectures and I was going to be late. I arrived just in time…and famished. I hadn’t taken any lunch with me so I grabbed something quick from the nearest food store. I cannot remember if it was a sandwich, a salad or a bag of chips, but it felt hurried.
I think I mentioned this before: apples are not necessarily my favourite fruit. Then, you say, you were living in the wrong places. And you might be right on that one! Michigan is practically apple-mad and so is the UK. For me, apples are meant to be eaten as they are, raw with the skin on if possible. I don’t like cider either, but a trip to the cider mill is always fun.
I am partial though to the apple and pastry combo. I generally don’t believe in rules when it comes to food, but I am particular about this. Apple pie is to be eaten hot with vanilla ice-cream. No custard malarkey business and for goodness sake, no cold pies please!
I took this photo ages ago (as you can see by the date at the edge. I took it on a whim, and technically it’s not a good one. Good doesn’t even begin to describe! It’s dull and has too much brown in it. So drab. Can you even use the word ‘drab’ here? Well, I’m sure you know what I mean. So after editing it a little, I put in a folder named ‘NOT to use for Blogging’ – please note the capital letters. I just placed it in a corner with the intention of not publishing it. Ever. And now it’s here. Go figure.
Today’s catching up task was to write something about one single image. A feeling, poem or just a little bit of prose. I found some fantastic photos on the web – in the Creative Commons over on Flickr and also on Unsplash (a suggestion from the guys over at WordPress). I found some that I absolutely loved but I just couldn’t find the right words for them. So I looked in some of my discarded shots, and found this. Now for this one…I do have some things to say.