The Dark Knight Rises at IMAX

Considering I had wanted to go on release day, but couldn’t due to shooting a wedding, I’m only a little late to TDKR party. And since I had left it longer than anticipated, I had to do it the right way and watch it in IMAX. All my friends and everyone else in the world had seen it by this point, but I dragged Ryan along, who had a private screening of TDKR the day before it was released. OOH.

Anyway, what’s to say? Catwoman. The entire time I watched Anna Hathaway’s performance as Catwoman, I was itching to get back in the gym and train. She is so strong and lean and limber. I love her. The other stuff …

 
 

Anyone For Tennis?

There is something fascinating about sports photography, not that I have ever had the pleasure of partaking in it on a serious level. Competitors are caught up in the moment, unaware of the camera, meaning you have the perfect marriage of candid and action photography.

 
 

Loudons in Edinburgh

I am a sucker for an independent coffee shop. I’ve never understood why people choose to go to Starbucks. Having walked past Loudons on my previous trip to Edinburgh, my sister and I made a note to return, which we did so this morning on the hunt for breakfast.

There were a couple of bonuses. It was sunny and they had outdoor seats, which was perfect as my sister and I both had our dogs with us. And they had the most handsome barista ever. Sold.

On another note, this is the second time in the past few weeks I have picked up my camera thinking it has the 50mm attached, only to be disappointed to find it’s the 28mm. Boo!

 
 

Clyde Skating

Skating by the Clyde seems pretty dumb to me. What if you don’t land that trick and your board goes bye-bye? That’s precisely what happened here, straight into the Clyde. Even I found it painful to watch and it wasn’t my board. RIP, Mikey’s skateboard.

Davo text and said he was skating nearby my flat. I brought my 28mm and dog, the latter of which was an awful idea (she was afraid of the skateboards), and set about taking some action shots. Have I mentioned I am terrible at photographing skateboarding? I am terrible at photographing skateboarding. It’s definitely a lot of fun, though, and something I want to do more of.

 
 
 
 

Ryan and His Beanie

Whenever I hang out with Ryan I photograph his face. How can I not? He has good bone structure and happily allows me to direct him into all sorts of positions. Wait, that sounds wrong. We just did a couple of quick portraits in my living room while watching Dynamo (seriously, that is the first time I’ve watched it. HOW?). There is another on my Flickr.

 
 

Lupo

As you all know by now, I am crazy about dogs and photographing them. They are my favourite animal. When out walking Indie, I came across a 9 week old pup called Lupo. He’s a Eurasier, which is apparently quite a rare breed of dog (I don’t think I’ve ever met one). At first sight I thought it was a Japanese Akita. Either way, I wanted to steal him, but I think his master would have noticed.

 
 

Meet Me At St Louis

Every Sunday, for the rest of our lives. I’ll have waffles with bacon and maple syrup, please. And a latte ‘cos I’m a fatty.

When Lindsay asked where I wanted to go for brunch, I asked her to take me somewhere new. It’s easy to get into a habit of visiting regular spots, and while I will always wax lyrical about Tribeca’s french toast, it’s Glasgow we’re talking about and there are a thousand other places to discover. Enter St Louis cafe, which is on Dumbarton Road nearer to the Partick end of the city.

After OD’ing on sugar, we drove to Holmwood for a play in the sun and yet more coffee. Perfect Sunday!

 
 

Pride Glasgow

I am 97.4% straight, yet I found myself at Pride Glasgow over the weekend to dabble in some street photography. Pride Glasgow is a lesbian, gay, bi-sexual and trans pride festival. Essentially it is a huge street party with a lot of checkered shirts and hair wax.

I know this is a controversial topic, but I have many gay and lesbian friends and am supportive of being in love with whoever happens to make your heart sing. It shouldn’t be an issue.

As it happened to be so suffocatingly busy, however, I merely passed through and took a few snaps. I would have stayed for longer, but the sun had made a rare and harsh appearance, and I was on the hunt for a cupcake.

 
 

Hyndland Farmers’ Market

When I first moved to Glasgow, I had romantic illusions of visiting the farmers’ market every second Saturday and stocking up on fresh produce. Today, I finally visited the farmers’ market… after 17 months of living here.

Based in Glasgow’s West End on the corner of Dumbarton Road and Hyndland Street, the market is a stone’s throw from my recommended brunch haunt, Tribeca. That is pretty much a perfect Saturday, in my opinion.

Whilst I didn’t splurge on fresh produce, I took a few photos, drank some coffee and tasted many samples, the most notable being the Irn Bru tablet. Yes, it sounds all kinds of wrong (and diet-wise it is), but you can’t visit a Scottish farmers’ market and not appreciate it.

 
 
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