A light dusting of snow, some shadows and reflections creating a wee, quiet moment of magic on our porch.
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Project 52: Week 5
You know you have the best husband in the world when you both make it through January without a drink, and then he comes home on February 1st with a bottle of champagne.
Slàinte mhath!
(Does anyone else use the trick of the teaspoon in the bottle to keep it fizzy, or is that just us?!)
Project 52: Week 4
Here’s a funny, slightly surreal photo for Week 4 of the 52 Week Project. It looks to me like a scene from an old movie, featuring a small blonde intruder who has snuck onto the set.
We went on a lovely Dorky Adventure today – a morning at the London Transport Museum, followed by lunch at a steak house in Covent Garden.
The museum was great – lots of old buses and trains for climbing into, as well as a demo car from the new Emirates Air Line, which for some reason was DorkySon’s favourite.
As you can see from the picture above, DorkySon discovered that there is a big advantage to being toddler sized – you can slip past the security barriers and into some of the trains that aren’t supposed to have visitors. Although why you’d want to get any closer to those creepy mannequins is beyond me.
Project 52: Week 3
A lovely frosty morning: not the best photo in the world, by any stretch of the imagination.
But a celebration of my new photography philosophy – to capture happy memories and worry less about getting perfect pictures.
Also a celebration of my new phone and its photo-taking capabilities. Hurrah!
A Bit of a Chump
I feel like such an idiot. I’m doing the 52 week project. I’m supposed to be taking at least one really good photo a week. Something that’ll remind me of that week, and any interesting things that I did.
So you’d think – given that I spent half an hour posing for photos outside one of the world’s most famous and recognisable doors on Wednesday – I might have remembered to take a photo of it myself. Even a phone photo.
But I didn’t. I didn’t take a photo of the 10 Downing Street door, or of the Downing Street sign, or of my fellow campaigners.
Instead, the only photo I have from my day in London is this one.
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