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!
Photo by Missy.
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.
The rose is without explanation;
She blooms, because She blooms.
“Never pay attention to what critics say. Remember, a statue has never been set up in honour of a critic!” Jean Sibelius
Location scouting (Hampstead Pergola), photography, editing and quote selection all down to the wonderful @jedihamster100!
I write this on a train to Oxford, zipping home to my Mum’s for a weekend in the family cocoon. Last week was difficult, slightly out of control; one of those weeks where life tests your mettle. There’s been no time for photography so I sit here as the Oxfordshire countryside races by, scrolling through my photo stream for something appropriate.
I love this photo. It’s imbued with happy memories. Taken down at Christchurch Meadows at the end of last summer, it was never intended to be more than a quick flirt to a lover. Hastily taken on an iPhone, my friend chortling as she looked out for walkers, me trying to frame it so I captured the studious boys reading in the background, but not an unflattering double chin. It was hilarious!
But don’t you find that out of laughter and exuberant behaviour sometimes comes reflection and seriousness? I can’t remember how the conversation evolved but I know I told my friend about this crazy thing I’d started doing in the last couple of months – posting naked pictures anonymously online. I told her about the words I wrote to go with them, little pep talks to myself as much as anything. If she wasn’t the first friend I told about these photos, she was certainly one of the first. And she was definitely the first to get involved in taking a photograph.
We moved to a pub on the river where we savoured the last rays of sun over several glasses of wine. The conversation flowed, vulnerabilities were shared. We talked about the relief that comes with casting aside the assumptions of how life ‘should’ look in favour of living the life you want. How we found a stronger sense of self as we hit the business end of our thirties.
Looking at this photo today I smiled at the memories. We may have ending up having that conversation anyway, but there was something about the pure fun of taking the photo and the surprise and amusement in her eyes that I was even doing it that changed the tone of the afternoon. Walls came down a little. I wasn’t to know then where my baby steps were taking me, or that the genuinely enriching conversation she and I shared that evening would be the first of many similar ones I’d enjoy with friends over the months to come as a result of Exposing 40.
In a dim corner of my room for longer than
my fancy thinks
A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me
through the shifting gloom.
Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she
does not stir
For silver moons are naught to her and naught
to her the suns that reel.
The Shinx, Oscar Wilde