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An Afternoon Being Tourists

After spending two days in the office, Mark and I broke free to indulge in some tourist activities around London. We only had one day, which I thought would be enough to fit in a few London landmarks, but because the city is so huge we spent most of it commuting from one location to another. Or so it felt.

Whilst my fleeting jaunt around London wasn’t fruitful for photos, it has certainly been an invaluable visit business wise. It looks like I may be returning to the capital a lot more, so there’s hope for her growing on me yet.

 
 

One Week in New York

So there we were, hunners of us, all with cameras and visiting New York City, taking trivial photos of the banal, like a Macy billboard or NYPD car. But that’s what you do when you’re in NYC.

I did it the first time I visited in 2010, but this time was a little more… authentic. Firstly, my friend put me up in her Brooklyn apartment, introduced me to her friends, and took me to haunts I’d have otherwise missed. I got out of Manhattan and visited Williamsburg, Bushwick and other Brooklyn spots (my favourite being Brooklyn Heights). I became familiar with, but failed to master, the New York subway. Gosh, I even saw a woman poop on it.

Highlights included having my morning coffee in a sunny Central Park, a cheeseburger at Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg, taking in the view at Top of The Rock, a photo walk along the promenade at Brooklyn Heights, meatballs with Jack, a banana shake at Bareburger, a Saturday stroll through the Meatpacking District, getting lost on the NY subway, mac and cheese at The Brooklyn Star, visiting the Foursquare office, and free booze at a nightclub in Manhattan.

One week later and I’ve just arrived home in Glasgow. Holidays are fun, but nothing beats my King size bed, being with Indie, and my general routine (I like my routine).

Without further ado, here’s my week in New York. In photos.

 
 

BRB. In New York.

As if you didn’t already know, considering I haven’t shut up about it since booking my 8 day, New York ‘vacation’ in July. I’m staying with a friend I’ve known for 20 years. My only friendship of any length over, like, 5 years.

Despite having visited New York before, this is turning out to be quite a different vibe as I’m kicking about with people who actually live here, staying in Brooklyn and riding the subway regularly, and going to places a little off the beaten path.

I’m regularly updating Flickr.

 
 

Robert and Oonah’s Belfast Wedding

I am always humbled when people give me the opportunity to photograph their wedding. Their wedding. It was more-so  humbling when Robert and Oonah, two people I now consider friends, invited me over to Belfast – a city I’m not familiar with – and entrusted me in photographing their special day.  Oonah sent me the loveliest words after seeing the photos.

“You’ve captured all the people in my life who mean so much to me, we are so so grateful, it’s like you knew what I was imagining and just made it!”

I lucked out with Robert and Oonah; least of all because they both scrub up well (not that I had any doubts), or because they were laid back enough to carry on taking photos outdoors after the rain started, but because everybody who attended their wedding was genuinely happy for them and the vibe was, therefore, perfect throughout the entire day. That made my job easy.

 
 

I’m In Belfast

A quick and painless 30 minute flight and I am now in Belfast for a wedding. When I was aimlessly hunting for food, I came across David Hughes and the City Hall. I don’t know which was more beautiful.

Belfast is the same kind of pretty Glasgow is (in my opinion); there are a few really good buildings that stand out, and lots of nice textures kicking about. I’m looking forward to photographing my first wedding of the year tomorrow (in the City Hall!).

 
 

My Travel Scrapbook

Remember this journal? I got it last year when everything was quiet on the travel front, so it sat in my office cupboard not getting put to any use. Since the beginning of this year, though, I’ve already visited Dublin and Prague (and have more adventures in the pipeline), so I’ve started filling it up with airplane tickets, notes and photographs I’ve taken.

It feels nice to have something physical to flick through as opposed to only storing my photos online. I guess it’s like a physical version of parts of this blog.

 
 

Prague, You Dark Horse, You

When my mother and her boyfriend booked a romantic getaway to Prague, I figured I should gatecrash their efforts and join them. It was our first family holiday in something ridiculous like a decade, and since I started flying again, I’ve been eager to go as many places as I can. This year I really want to focus on work and traveling to European cities for long weekends. Fun!

Anyway, nothing could have prepared me for Prague. I’m not talking about the -15 weather, but just the way it looked – like a real life Disneyland! I’ll let the pictures do the talking, but I doubt even they will do it justice.

There are a few more on my Flickr not included in this set.

 
 

Prague

Oh hey, I’m in Prague until Sunday, sharing an amazing apartment in the centre with Carolyn (my sister) and Norman (a 60 year old guy with a bear hat). It’s snowy and cold and perfect. The currency is a bit odd, but the architecture is perfect. Tonight we’re going to drink hot wine and admire the lights, but I can’t wait until daylight comes around again so I can take photos.

 
 

My 25th Birthday

I have to admit, I wasn’t overly excited about turning 25. Quite the opposite, in fact. For as long as I can remember – because somebody told me so – 25 is the age I’ve associated with slowing metabolism and ageing skin. It’s all very dramatic. In the end, though, my friend Gary said “What’s so bad about turning 25? You’ve got good friends, you don’t have a broken heart, and you’re in good shape”, and he was absolutely right.

I thought long and hard about how I wanted to celebrate my birthday; go-karting? Ice cream? My favourite meal of mashed potatos with mashed potatos and mashed potatos? In the end I settled on a road trip, because I love nothing more than exploring with my camera. So we filled the tank with petrol, put The Beatles on repeat, bought a ton of sugary foods and headed to Fort Augustus in the Scottish Highlands. Magic.

 
 

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.

 
 
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