How’s your Sunday been? I have spent mine taking photos of doors. No, worse than that, I have spent mine watching someone take photos of doors!!
I’ve been driving Emily around trying to find her interesting doors to take photos off. This isn’t some sort of Jim Morrison pilgrimage, no, it is for her Photography course. Her first project is on the subject of doors. You would not imagine the numerous ways, angles, scenarios and locations in which one can photograph a door. I do.
I have had to explain several times to worried looking residents/park keepers/pub owners that we are not casing the joint in any way. We are not some sort of Kick Ass style father and daughter crime team. Instead, I have a daughter lucky enough to be able to study something she likes.
Anyway, here are a couple of my favourites. I have no idea if they are any good from a technical point of view, but I like them.
There are 136 others that I shall not share!! By the way, both of those were taken at the local church were Louise and I were married! Cute innit? It was a new build back then.
Emily’s interest in photography is going to cost me, literally. She feels she now needs to progress onto to a “proper camera” and get an SLR, rather than the bridge she has right now. That’s her Christmas sorted out then.
For those of a photographic bent, she is probably going to get a Nikon D3000. I’ve spent most of this week consulting with my vast army of photographic expert friends….both of them!! The chances of me blowing one of my xmas gifts on something for school back in the day would have been nil. This is mainly as I took History, Economics and English Lit!! These new fandangled subjects!!
Rebecca is much more traditional in her giftage. Yep, quite predictable really. Just an iPhone 4S please Dad!! Nice.
Oli’s growth continues in Digby style progress. He doesn’t like going for baths, as evidenced by the look in his eyes here, which says, just wait until I’m bigger than you!!
He really has become part of the family now. I shall take a chance and declare him fully house trained!! He has been for a good few weeks now, but the real proof was that we woke on Friday morning to find him lay at the side of our bed fast asleep. Some idiot had left one of his cage doors open (dunno who that might have been!!) and he had at some point in the night wandered out and settled down in our bedroom.
Not one piddle or poop was had until we got up and let him out the back door. He shall be allowed to stay after all.
Later tonight, the reality TV trilogy is complete with the arrival of the Jungle thing. With Strictly, X Shambles and I’m a Celeb, there shall not be one inch of TV between now and Christmas without some celeb gyrating or eating something unmentionable or a celeb wannabe making something their own. As you may have noticed, my tolerance for X Factor is very low, but now I am officially middle-aged I can tolerate Strictly most weeks, and, not that I will have a choice, but I can watch most of the Jungle stuff without poking my eyes out with a rusty fork.
I already know who we shall be supporting. In our house it goes off who is “fit” and therefore Emily has declared that the Williams household shall be team Poynter. For those who don’t know (yet) who he is, he plays bass in McFly. It would seem that McFly have decided to embrace reality TV in a big way whilst still actually in the middle of their careers rather than after them.
Without getting too analytical about this (I don’t wish to appear sad!) but this is quite astute really. As they mature, and leave behind some of the tweens they built their careers on, they now need to establish a wider fan base, who will buy their albums for the next ten years or so. You may not remember that Danny off of McFly did the Popstar to Opera Star thing, Harry is currently in Strictly having to dance with that ugly bird with the bright coloured hair(!!), and now Dougie does the Jungle.
At the risk of extending this image of being a sad git, I quite like McFly. They write some “proper songs” with melodies and choruses, like in the good old days. We are almost related too, as Danny’s Mum & Dad live around the corner from Louise’s Mum!! I’m not one to name drop of course. See, I can be in touch with the kid’s music in some instances. However, in other instances, I can only shake my head at the ludicrous nature of the music industry, as evidenced best by the mere existence of Professor Green and his comedy rap accent. He’s like a character off a comedy sketch show!!
As someone once said, Pop will eat itself.
Till the Next Time……