I’ve just finished my third shoot of the year. Once again the model was not new to the Chateau de Vaughan but she was sporting a slightly different look to when I first snapped her so I’m quite pleased with the results. I’ve also been playing email tennis with two very pretty models who have yet to travel to Rugby so I’m feeling kind of upbeat about my chances of new faces. We will see Mister Big Ears, we will see.
On Tuesday I decided it was about time I blew away my winter cobwebs and headed out of Rugby for a bit of culture at the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. I enjoy looking at the odd painting but most of the collection there failed to inspire me. Just not my cup of tea I’m afraid. The Staffordshire Hoard, housed at the museum, is a different kettle of fish though. With the tools available around 1400 years ago how the hell did they make some of that stuff. When I got home I was knackered. I checked my iPhone and found I had walked over 7 miles! My next trip out will involve less walking and more looking at the scenery from a train methinks.
Find and edit one favourite photo from each of the last 20 years! Come on boys and girls that would take me another 20 years to sort out! Anyway many of my early photos have been binned, and that reminds me I should be getting on with another cull before spring arrives. Why do I destroy old snaps? For one reason or another they are unusable so hanging on to them just takes up space. I may keep a couple for sentimental, historic, or even artistic reasons, but the great majority are worthless reminders of my lack of skill and ambition.