Tempus Fugit
I’ve been meaning to write about the concept of the ‘decisive moment’ for some time now. But you know how it is, there’s so much else to do and life just gets in the way. Before you know it another year has scurried past without a backward glance and there are still paper clips to be filed (by colour, naturally) and Eric the cat needs flossing (again) and well, writing does require research and…
Oh dear...
...This feels like I’ve gone away on holiday, forgot to cancel the milk, and then returned to find the garden awash with hundreds of milk bottles. It’s been more than a wee while since I’ve had a chance to look at redbubble and there are hundreds of new images to look at and comment on, bubblemails galore, and, well, I really should think about uploading a few new things too.
So apologies to…
Nuns, Doris Day and a bad case of Hat-Hair
Being a simple soul, there are many things in life that puzzle me. Why, for instance, after you’ve bought a replacement for something that is lost, does the thing that is lost suddenly make a miraculous reappearance? And why, after you’ve bought something from a shop, will it no longer fit back into its original packaging?
The thing that puzzles me most, however, is the movie musical §. One …
Chasing the Light
By a strange coincidence, just like Monty Python’s confused and confusing Mr Praline, all of my pets are called Eric. Fortunately I just have the one Eric and he’s not a halibut or even half a bee, he’s a cat. And no, I don’t have a dog license with the word ‘dog’ crossed out and ‘cat’ written in in crayon. I’m not taken in that easily, even though Eric, being such a happy cat, would be an easy…
Surprising Developments
I’ve never understood the relevance of the phrase ‘life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get’. Life is unpredictable, with many unexpected twists and turns designed to make the ride more thrilling. But boxes of chocolates? Don’t they have pictures on the side showing exactly what it is you’re about to get? Or, in my case, if Mrs T has scoffed all the orange cream…
Deficient to the tune of one
I was on a photographic trip up in the Cheviot Hills the other day, climbing a particularly craggy and overgrown slope, when I realised to my dismay that one of my legs had fallen off. I wasn’t sure when this disconcerting limb detachment had taken place, so it was with an irritated sigh that I dumped my bag in a convenient spot and made my way back down the hill to search for the errant append…
Punctuated equilibrium
I’m continually astonished at how small things can have a big impact. Take the humble comma for instance+. The placement of this relatively insignificant little mark can make all the difference to how legible a sentence is. Not adding a comma into the relevant place in a sentence will produce a stream of words that never seem to stop and can cause much anxiety in the reader of said sentence as …
Size is important
Back in the olden days, when policemen on the beat were less fresh-faced and the months didn’t whiz by at the speed of light, there were two types of camera. There were small cameras and there were big cameras. The small cameras were used once or twice a year, at Christmas or on Cheesefare Sunday. The big cameras were used by very serious men with beards, in photographic studios or on expeditio…
Housey Crags, Northumberland, England
(see my image of the same name in my portfolio)
It’s the flies that get you in the end. Rain has never bothered me. Coats made of modern waterproof fabrics are excellent barriers to whatever the elements can throw at a person (when they aren’t accidentally left in the car that is). I don’t even mind the strong winds that seem a permanent feature of certain parts of Northumberland. But the fl…