Weekly Photo Challenge: I’d rather be…
Maybe I am beginning to sound like someone with attachment issues. I realise that this is the third time in so many weeks that I have mentioned my beloved “beach”.
I took this rather rubbishy photo of the fireworks using the head of a (now) 9-year-old boy as my tripod. Little did I know that this would be the last time we sat outside our hut and watched the fireworks. It was one of my favourite nights of the summer. Everyone was sociable. The bonfires were lit along the beach. There was a real feeling of community spirit.
Every day, I’d rather be back there. But, who wouldn’t?
Weekly Photo Challenge: story.
I watched many of these exercises while I was on the beach. This is an exercise, a few years ago, between the RNLI and the Solent Coastguard helicopter (“India Juliet”).
Weekly Photo Challenge: out of this world.
I have a couple of pictures for this challenge. I’ll start with the worst of the pictures, which is actually my favourite one:
It’s a black background with a green blur. It’s actually the most magical thing that I have ever seen in nature. I took this awful photo of the Northern Lights when I went to Iceland in 2014. It was a bitterly cold night and I couldn’t keep my hands still, so I took a few rubbishy shots and just watched with my own eyes. It was stunning. It’s actually Joanna Lumley’s fault that I was there. If she hadn’t done that documentary about the Northern Lights and the Ice Hotel and the Artic Circle (I think she went to Norway?) then I wouldn’t have demanded to myself that I go and see the Northern Lights.
My second photo are these clouds. I took the photo looking out of a Virgin Atlantic aeroplane window. I was amazed that despite being so high up, I could see the coast lines and the ships in the sea. It’s also the closest I’ll ever get to visiting outer space…
From the sky to the ground, this is one that I took by chance:
I don’t know what causes these tubes of sand – I used to think they were “sandworms” but as an adult, I don’t know – perhaps it’s something I should investigate one day. Whatever causes these things, I think it’s rather remarkable that it can create such a pretty shape…
Weekly Photo Challenge: sweet
It was Valentine’s Day yesterday. I woo’d myself with my lovely “egg and soldiers” breakfast…
Yes, I ate chocolate for my breakfast…
Weekly Photo Challenge: beloved.
I feel that I ought to add a disclaimer to my siblings: just because I’ve used this photo, it doesn’t necessarily mean that SF* is my favourite sibling. It just means that I’ve known him the longest, so I’ve loved him the longest…
Also, it’s an old photo. Of someone I love dearly. In a place that I miss so much that it still makes my eyes prickle with tears. With a biscuit breakfast that, to this day, I still enjoy. Perhaps it would have been more appropriate for me to have used a photo of our (old) beach hut as the theme for “beloved”!!
I love my siblings, dearly. My brother – in this photo – is one of the people I trust the most in this world. Except, I’ve never told him that. I never will. If he reads my blog (which I doubt he does) then he will know now. But if he doesn’t, it’s not important that he knows this little triviality.
You see, SF and I have been through a lot together, you could say. He, like my grandparents, has been a consistent person in my life. I miss living with him. I miss harassing him as I pass his bedroom door. I miss his companionship. He’s probably closer to our 27-year-old half-brother (seeing as they have gaming in common). Perhaps it’s because of our “shared childhood”.
I’m close to my other siblings, too, I hope. Well, most of them. The two from my mum’s second marriage I don’t have much to do with. Well, I do the elder one, but not the younger one. As you can tell, my family set-up is rather complex. Who’s isn’t?
*SF are the initials of a nickname that I have for my brother. His nickname for me is worse. It’s a friendly term of endearment. 🙂
Weekly Photo Challenge: variations on a theme
I admit, there’s a lot of alcohol in this picture. But that isn’t the variation on a theme part of my photo – well, it could be, if you look at it from the “how much alcohol is in Becky’s trolley?”
The Advocaat was for Grandad. The wine bottle was probably for me. The chocolates were a gift (I only eat those chocolates if they’re a gift). It’s the cider we’re writing about.
Until a few years ago, I didn’t really like cider. But then, I went out one night. I had run out of cash so I just drank my friends drink and thought it was rather nice. Since then, I have enjoyed the occasional cider.
Since “relocating” and making friends, I have discovered (through one of my new friends) the delights of these “flavoured” ciders. I didn’t know that cider could come in so many flavours – I always thought cider was only in apple or pear flavour. But actually, cider comes in many different flavours.
I think the best ones I’ve had are an elderflower flavoured one, and a passionfruit cider.
Weekly Photo Challenge: silence
I took this photograph in October 2015 when I was walking on Snowdon. To this date, it’s the best picture I’ve ever taken and one that I’m extremely proud of. It was also a photo that didn’t take much “setting up”. I just pointed and clicked. It was such a still moment when I took the picture – before the clouds came in by the time we got to the summit! I’m yet the see the view from the top of Snowdon. Maybe this year I will get that chance!