I woke up near the sea


The sea always reminds me of this song. I think it annoys Charlotte that I basically always caption sea photos with this lyric, but I'm a simple man with simple pleasures.

I watched this video last night and it made me want to get out and take some pictures. Not the toy camera part; that sixstreetunder guy has an approach I find really interesting. I don't work that way at all but I tried it today on a couple of these and the refinement it allowed me meant I walked away with a couple of photos I like a lot.

Normally I'm very reactionary. The nature of my free time means I capture whatever goes on around me as I'm going about whatever else I'm doing, but today I was able to stop and study scenes from multiple angles and paint with it. That last shot of the fisherman is something I really like. It's one of about 200 photos of that scene.


A friendly showoff came to visit

Look at this little poser!


The Moon at The Natural History Museum


This was fun. I could spend ages photographing people here - so many people doing that pose where it looks like they're holding the moon up.


Frontierer and We Never Learned to Live


This lineup was a no-brainer. Two of my favourite bands to see live; the only issue being that the show was in north London. It turned out super expensive but totally worth it. Both bands put on an amazing show and I got to see WNLTL perform some new songs, which they did beautifully.

I tried to make a recording of the show but I don't think it really worked, for some reason. I suppose that's what happens when you try to do something with absolutely no prior experience; sometimes it just doesn't work!

Boston Music Room has a "no detachable-lens cameras" policy so I left mine behind. Still can't resist snapping pictures of the crowd with my phone though.


Changing of the Gardeners


I do like to watch the changing of the guards. It's all so unnecessary. I mean I'm sure it's very necessary but the occasion of it just makes me laugh a bit. The marching band, whatever it's called, has a bassoonist. Such a terrifying millitary presence.