It’s been a while since I’ve written an old school confessional blog post. You know, the everyday “this is what my life has been like lately” type. I wasn’t even sure if they fitted my blog anymore, which these days is mostly just a website or a place where I can share my work but I also kind of miss writing them.
The last 6 months have been very strange for me and there has been so much going on in my life that I wouldn’t even know where to begin if I tried to write about it. There are still quite a lot of things that are up in the air at the moment with work, my health, our living situation and my writing, so I have been holding on to all the small, simple things that have cheered me up, made me feel a bit calmer or helped to slow everything down.
I was going through our stack of film photographs the other day and among the ones we took last year, I found these two. It struck me how similar looking they were and while I remember taking the first one on my birthday almost a year ago, I did not remember Daniel having taken the second some months later.
This is a digital exhibition of photographs taken on a humid, overcast day in July on the south coast of Kent. They were taken on a single roll of Adox Color Implosion with a 35mm SLR camera before it started to rain.
I had big plans for the final day of the year and by big I mean that I was going to spend the day doing all the small, simple things that make me happy: picking a vinyl to dance around the livingroom to, have a luxurious bath with a Lush bathbomb, wear my new cosy socks and dressing gown all day, order chinese food and end the year watching a really good film.
Instead I have ended up in bed and will not only end the year being ill but will most likely be kickstarting the new year in the same way tomorrow. It sucks. Especially as I have been looking forward to 3 days off from work to quietly spend time with D and my new presents, doing all those things I haven’t had time for lately but which makes me feel whole.