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It’s Not The Weekend…

… Until you’ve busted out your camera. That’s how I feel anyway. It’s such a pleasure to awake on a Saturday morning and know that I don’t have anything to do. No jobs, no meetings, no arrangements. Totally free to self indulge. Yesterday was one of those days, so I took my dog, Indie, into the city and did some street shooting (much harder when you have an over zealous dog on the lead).

Town was jumping and so there was no shortage of interesting characters. I still find I can be apprehensive with street photography. Sometimes it seems that everyone is so aware of me, it doesn’t matter how busy it is. I find it hard to blend into the background with such a big camera and lens, and I don’t think Indie was helping matters with her pigeon chasing antics. I did okay this time. I was a good ninja.

 
 

Easter Weekend

I eat well, I train pretty hard, I’m in the best shape of my life and feeling really happy for it. However, I love my grub. That will never change, and I give myself one cheat day a week to indulge in something I might have been craving. This weekend, though, I went overboard. Ugh. I feel awful for it. Burgers and ice cream and mojitos and chocolate. So not worth it, and I can’t wait to hit the gym this morning to work up a sweat and lift something heavy.

Anyway, as established above my Easter weekend consisted of a lot of eating, but there was also a bit of street shooting, visiting Kelvingrove Art Gallery (which I hadn’t managed to do despite moving to Glasgow a year ago!), beginning Season 5 of Dexter, and getting overexcited by a cherry blossom tree. Hope you all have a good long weekend. Mine has been cut short, but such is the life of running your own business.

 
 

Naconf

Gathering interesting people who are great at what they do and speak passionately about something they love is a recipe for inspiration. That is what keeps me, the insurance broker, coming back to these conferences. I wasn’t as snap happy this time, and I didn’t see as much of Nottingham as I had wanted. When Friday arrived, which was when I was hoping to explore, it was overcast and I had a groggy head and depressed feet.

The conference itself did exactly what I had hoped it would do – made me excited about work. Recently I have felt in a difficult place with work, something I can attribute to almost 7 years working from home on my own, which only recently has driven me insane. Attending New Adventures reinforced that this is something I need to change, so if anyone knows of a nice, shared office space in central Glasgow, please do let me know! I’m open to suggestions.

Anyway, back to Nottingham. Rick and I visited Hooters on the first night and gorged on stodgy food. I thought about getting a boob job. Nottingham people think I’m Irish. This city still has the best Japanese restaurant I’ve been to (I will drive the 5 and a half hours just to eat here. Maybe). I talked about how I want to get into yoga while drinking a pint of cider. Good coffee is hard to find in Nottingham. Frank Chimero intrigues me. My hotel room had a see through bathroom door. And lots of other stuff, too.

 
 

Off-Duty Santas and Christmas Shoppers

It’s Christmas Eve. Hiya Santa. What are you getting? I think he’s bringing me a Kindle. Yesterday I headed into Glasgow for a spot of last minute shopping. It was pretty hectic, surprisingly more so than today. I saw a couple of undercover Santas, but mostly just grumpy people. Everyone seems grumpy at Christmas. People I follow on Twitter are complaining, folk I follow on Tumblr are whining. Apparently 2011 was a ‘bad’ year. Well, it isn’t going to change with 2012, because guess what? It’s not a numerical thing – it’s life. It’s up and down regardless of what year we’re in, so shut it.

Whew, went off on a tangent there. Merry Christmas!

 
 

The Christmas Market

I’ve had a hard time feeling festive this year. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been so busy with work. Usually I take time off at Christmas to slow down and reflect, but I won’t be doing that this year. Or I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve moved to a new apartment where family rarely visit me, therefore I’ve decided to skip on the Christmas decorations.

With that said, I spent most of Saturday at Glasgow’s Christmas market, where I stocked up on mulled wine, Amaretto punch and other festive flavours. I took my 135mm for some street photography, but I actually got pretty tipsy and only snapped a few frames. Oops.

 
 

Christmas Shoppers

Okay, so I’m terribly unorganised. I leave everything to the last minute, which meant that not only did I have Christmas shopping to do, but I had various other finance related things hanging over my head that I needed to deal with. I made a promise to myself that I’d get up early today, head into town and beat the crowd. By 11am I had dealt with the bank, paid off my credit card, posted my Christmas cards, and wrapped up my shopping. And snapped some street photography, too!

 
 

French Toast and Maple Syrup in Glasgow’s West End

After cleaning up a delicious plate of french toast in Tribeca, a wee wander around the west end was in order, if only to give myself the illusion I was working off the maple syrup and bacon combo I had just eaten. The west end of Glasgow is very studenty, so despite it being Friday afternoon there were a lot of people milling about; folk coming out of class, or jogging along one of the many beautiful and busy roads. I just love the west end! Also, I am digging the tilt shift against textured backgrounds. Almost as delicious as my french toast.

 
 

Tiltshifting and Street Shooting

I don’t even remember this weekend, it went by in a flash. I do remember getting out of bed on the Saturday and going to Glasgow’s lighthouse, thinking it would be a great spot to try out the tiltshift effect. I also remember doing some street photography on my way there, because apparently I can’t go into the city without my 135.

One thing I’ve come to notice is that for the tiltshift to have a dramatic effect, you can’t be too high, and that’s where I was initially going wrong (I still have lots of improvement to make, I know). Another thing I noticed was that I was having a great time shooting in Glasgow, lots of characters and spots capturing my attention, but the second I hit Greenock, all creativity was sucked from me. Ugh.

 
 

Remembrance Day in Greenock

Waking up early on Sunday morning, I was met with an email from the editor of a Greenock news site asking if I’d cover one of the many remembrance ceremonies in Inverclyde. I just so happened to be down that way photographing a couple’s semi-new addition to the family and all the times collided nicely, so I agreed to do a bit of documentary style shooting.

I arrived at the ceremony a minute late, and unbeknownst to me walked into the memorial with the announced “VIPs”. How embarrassing. Anyway, it seemed fitting to do these in black and white, and it’s been a while since I’ve done a batch black and white post on my blog.

 
 
 
 
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