This time of year is simply stunning with the trees turning a lovely gold and bronze in readiness for the winter months ahead.
It’s a photographers dream.
Here’s some of my shots.
Since I’m always hunting for a challenge and opportunity to take an original photo with some depth.. One late night after pulling myself out of the gym, in the corner of my eye I saw Greenwich University flooded in lights. So I quickly rushed home, donned my inconspicuous black outfit and ventured out into the cold. It didn’t phase me why the grounds were lit up like a Football stadium, all I wanted was original shots that I love and I’m pretty sure I got them.
What I’ve learnt from my photography jaunts – every photo needs purpose, be unique, have a focal point, challenges your skills, be something you love and want to hang in your home.
If anyone has any photography challenges, I’m up for it!
I see there’s nothing wrong with dreaming. After all it brings be aspirations and more so inspiration.
We’re surrounded by a mass of beauty in this world. So on a gloomy ‘hump day’ Wednesday it’s time for me to share with you some beautiful houses. Well.. My version of a beautiful house.
The grandure of the architecture and complete uninhibited style inspired me that there’s no limits to what can be achieved in life. If that’s what you aspire to, then there’s nothing really wrong with that. After all, there are a lot worse things in life than merely celebrating the grand architecture in this world.
Having said that… There’s no way if want to be running around cleaning any of these houses. But I’m guessing that if you’re fortunate enough to own one, then you’re fortunate enough to have it kept spotless by a cleaner…
C’mon people, share with me your architectural aspirations.
Happy ‘hump day’
Over the weekend it managed to be quite a warm day! Who would have thought? Even the shorts and t-shirts made a final appearance before they are delegated to the bottom of the drawer..
So, why hang around the house?
It was definitely a day to be out and about absorbing as much sunshine and fresh air as possible. Plus, it was a good excuse to test out Annabel’s birthday scooter. It’s kind of cruel.. As I want one now. Yes, one day I’ll grow up.. One day. But not yet!
Here’s some photos of us out and about in the local park.
C’mon! Throw us another sunny day Mother Nature!!
Yes… I’m starting to realise that I’m a true Londoner. Always whining about the weather…
It’s a rainy Friday morning here in London and all I can think about is being wrapped up warm and cosy in bed while watching the rain pour down outside.. Alas, it’s not yet time to pack in the day job. *sigh*
So since there’s no point in complaining about it, its time to get out into the elements while adequately protected in my Hunters wellies and Burberry trench to go explore the world of London’s autumn fashion.
Who says autumn needs to be drab??
Here’s some inspiration to share.
It’s always amazes me how quickly children pick up activities that happen in their environment.
Although I can’t exactly say that I’m surprised that my now two year old girl Annabel has picked up the keen interest in baking. Mainly since from the early days of her life she watched me intently bake until I ran out of recipes in my cook books. This of course spiralled into an addiction of purchasing cookbooks to keep my creative mind ticking along with new challenges. As I write this.. it feels like I’m a borderline baking addict! Now I think of it, my record was baking something new every day for a fortnight. That, my friends could be an addiction. An addition to baking, needing a challenge outside of the kids or just an addiction to sugar! Either way, it definitely wasn’t good for the waistlines of myself, my partner, my friends and the neighbours. But I’ve got to say, it’s been a great icebreaker for meeting new friends and building relationships. After all, everyone LOVES cake!
Now looking back on it all its quite clear that the need to bake was necessary as a form of mental escapism from the unthankful challenges of having a new born scream at you… constantly. It would allow me to leave Annabel along to get some much needed sleep to develop. It also got me out and about with the kids, as there was no way I was going to sit in the house with the kids and devour a cake to myself. So out I would go, organising catch ups with my other stay-at-home friends and feed them my baking creations. I think that even while we sat there and demolished the cakes together we’d escape, even for a moment, just to enjoy some form of pure selfish indulgence. Their thanks was thanks enough to get me through the day of wading through nappies, constant outfit changes, cleaning vomit and Annabel screaming to the extent that made me feel helpless.
Now, I’m fully aware that this may make me sound like some kind of selfish ogre parent. But quite the contrary. It made me a better parent. It stopped me from being that helicopter parent that would constantly eagle eye Annabel. Of course I still would drop everything and tend to her needs when necessary. But when you have a child with silent reflux, there really isn’t much you can do than give them the necessary medication, snuggles and then divert their attention away from their pain. For us, baking did just that. Annabel would watch me intently as I ran around the kitchen, every now and again ‘kindly’ telling me she wanted the whisk or spatula I was holding. Fair game to her to. I cottoned on to this and bought double of my kitchen implements so that she could join in Daddy’s creative fun. She’d constanstly giggle at me, as like a ditz I’d drop everything, then turn it into some game of peek-a-boo! We both bonded over the distraction. For both of us, going in to meltdown was not an option..
So, at first it was a coping mechanism for Annabel and myself. But once we sorted her reflux, we both thoroughly enjoyed the baking challenges amongst all the other running around we did together. Then my little boy Lachlan came along and we didn’t bake for distraction, we continued to bake for enjoyment. Luckily Lachlan didn’t have reflux, he just came out as a completely happy little man just excited to be involved in what his Daddy and big sister were doing.
My advice to any parent (and I hate giving/receiving advice) would be to keep your hobbies and ambitions throughout every stage of being a parent. You never know how it will not only fulfil and inspire your life, but also your childs. A fully content parent is a good parent in every respect.
So, now there are three set of baking implements in our kitchen and I couldn’t be happier.
Here are some images of Annabel and I whipping up a storm, complete with the beautiful apron from our sponsor Red Porridge. Not long now until Lachlan will be walking and he can pop on his Red Porridge apron on and help out.