“Spread a fern frond over a man’s head and worldly cares are cast out and freedom and beauty and peace come in.” John Muir
On Tuesday, Exhibit A and I had a photo adventure in the woods. It was food for my soul. I’m lucky enough that he only lives a couple of miles from me so we’ve been able to see quite a bit of each other over the last few months, through doorstep drops of tasty treats and an occasional wander in a park. There’s been a couple of times where I’ve had a physical pang of missing him, when I wished we could be hanging out on my sofa rather than talking to each other from a garden gate, but on the whole apart from the lack of physical intimacy I don’t think lockdown has been too hard on us. On occasions I’ve probably felt closer to him than in before times.
But getting on a train and spending the afternoon wandering around the woods, taking photos of each other and idle chatting was a dose of ‘normal us’ coming back. Of course, while Liv is still on her current contract we have keep physically distanced so whereas as it would usually be back to mine after an afternoon out this time it was tea and wagon wheels on opposite ends of a big log and then me on the train and him in the car. But I woke up the next morning with the same contented feeling I do after one of our really great date nights.
This week has felt a world away from last week where it suddenly all just got too much and I cried for five hours one evening and then started again the next morning when I woke up. As well as mine and EA’s photo adventure, I was able to hang out with one of the other recipients of my daily photos (hallelujah!) and time has been spent in drizzly gardens and sunny woods with friends. Add to this the fact my hairdresser phoned to book me in for mid-July (almost deserving of another hallelujah!) and my Pilates studio is taking bookings for a few weeks’ time and it’s almost like my life is coming back to me. Things won’t be the same for a long time (if ever) but the things that are creeping in bring joy and hope.
Having an extra day in February really messes with having four themed weeks doesn’t it? But then @19syllables reminded me of my trampolining photos from last summer. Hurrah! So here I am leaping for joy at our extra day! Shame the sky doesn’t look like this today!
Thank you to everyone who has commented on and shared and laughed along with my sometimes ridiculous photos. And biggest thanks to all the participants in my February Photo Fest for getting so enthusiastically involved – I definitely couldn’t have done it without you! <cue the the music> <dabs eyes>
I’m totally breaking the February Photo Fest rules here. All photos are meant to be of you or be photos you have taken. These rules have been flexed a little at times for practical reasons and some images have been taken by the models at home and in their own time. They were at least specifically intended for this month’s endeavour though.
Not this one. This is a holiday photo taken by Mr Haiku. But it’s Monday (again!), the weather is still miserable and this winter is lasting for fucking ever. So here’s a little summery joy for your timelines for today’s sports week swimming shot.
Five years ago today I published my first post. Exactly three hundred posts later (I didn’t aim for a round number for my anniversary, that’s just chance!) here I land at the ‘wood’ anniversary.
So to celebrate five years and to kick off sports week on my February Photo Fest here’s a photo of me running naked in the woods. Ordinarily I’d write some long wafflely words about what a ride it’s been and how much all you folk mean to me, but I have a four-year-old niece who wants to see some dinosaurs so I need to dash!
Here’s to five more years. Will I need to change my name to Exposing50?
This shot was a lovely opportunistic surprise. My friend and I were wandering around a maze near where I live. I have visited (and been lost) there many times but had never before spotted the cute way markers dotted round the place. How fortuitous then, when one of our plans for that day was to shoot some images for my February Photo Fest, to spot this bee stone!
This photo became the first photo I took for this year’s challenge (and the first I ever took of this person!) and it’s the last one from my The Sound of Music week. Tomorrow we start on the food themed week. It’s going to get more ridiculous, folks…
A new year and a new decade is just around the corner and I’m excited to see it unfold. I love this time of year. I have a couple more days with my parents which I’ll enjoy but really I’m itching to get back to my flat and start my annual exercise of making lists and plotting experiences and adventures. I know for sure that more photos in the wild will be on the list!
Happy New Year to all of you – I hope the year ahead is full of joy. Thanks for all the support this year for my blog and for my crazy photo adventures and musings and life and love!
Here is the third and final (for now!) photo from my day out with Missy. As regular readers know, it’s very rare for me to show my belly – I much prefer to focus on my arse and legs, which I approve of much more! – but I really love this shot so here I am turned towards the camera for a change.
Here’s the second in a series of three photos I’m posting from my recent photo adventure with Missy. This photo was taken in the same location as this weekend’s post from her. We were so lucky to have this all to ourselves!
“Out on the wiley, windy moors We’d roll and fall in green” Kate Bush, Wuthering Heights
As I’ve said here before, I am called Catherine because my Mum was reading Wuthering Heights when she was pregnant with me. So it’s not surprising that an outdoor shot on the wiley windy Yorkshire Moors has been on my blog bucket list for years. A rainy cold Saturday in November may not seem like the best time to make it happen but Missy and I are dedicated to our art so off we went. And actually I think it strikes the perfect bleak mood.
This week, I was down in Kent helping a friend out with her children. One afternoon, while preparing an obstacle course for after school playtime, I spotted a mirror propped up against her shed. Well, I couldn’t miss that opportunity, could I?! Her garden is overlooked from all directions and I could hear and see a gardener at work, so I quickly squeezed myself into the one hidden corner the garden affords.