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New… Something


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New year, new “What the hell is that thing?!”
I’m back on the GIF animation and I bloody love it. Years ago my dear Max drew this weird angry worm thing on a little scrap of paper and it greatly amused me. Since then I secretly vowed to animate it one day. THAT DAY IS TODAY!

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Christmassing


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Christmas is Christmassing here at Lucia HQ. And by that I mean it’s doing the best it can considering we’re all ill and unenthused and in bed by 9.30. I’ve been doing a terrible job of eating loads (even the beloved Lebkuchen isn’t going down very well) but I’ve done excellently at lounging around like a fat seal pup, though far less cute, and for the first time in ages I’ve had nothing to do. I may have simply forgotten all the things I was supposed to do, or am subconsciously ignoring them, or (most likely) forgot to write them down so now they’re lost forever. To be honest, I care more about Kim Kardashian’s latest stupid face painting ritual than I care about all the things I’ve forgotten I’m supposed to be doing. Which is not very much. About a fifth the size of a nanometre… 0.2 nanometres, if you prefer fractions expressed as decimals.

As is customary I took some photos to prove that it really is Christmas here at Lucia HQ, and thus I present to you a handful of blurry photos (damn you slow shutter speed shaky hands!). I was getting experimental over several evenings with a long exposure of Little Apple Tree in the garden that has fallen victim to Christmas decorations, and things got pretty weird out there. Weird to the point where I don’t know what looks right any more and where I don’t know if I’ve created a monster or if I’ve had a photographic breakthrough. Alas, we live and we learn. On a side note, I’ve been improving my sewing since my disappointing surfboard sock, as you can see by the little stocking chain I made. I also made the wreath, purely with stuff I found in the garden. Apart from the ribbon, of course, which is from the Neighbour’s garden. They have a ribbon tree.

Wishing you a super Christmas time, my friends, and I hope you’re all enjoying some well-deserved time off and you’ve managed to avoid the dreaded lurgy unlike me.

 

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November


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It’s been a shitty few weeks for me. Life seems to throw everything at you all at once sometimes. I just about managed to squeeze some photos out of myself in that time, I mean, shit, it’s been such a beautiful autumn there’s really no excuse not to make my camera earn its keep.

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France, explained in panos


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A couple of weeks ago I got back from a road trip through France. A road trip sounds terribly exciting, doesn’t it? Think Sal Paradise in Jack Kerouac’s On The Road; beat generation, young and free, blasting down some long, straight highway shimmering in the midday heat. The top of your 1969 Mustang down, cool rock music blasting from the speakers.The destination? Who cares, it’s all about the journey. Experiencing life at its raw edge; pushing the boundaries and teetering between glorious discovery and stupidity: the very definition of living.
Fast forward to the 21st century, where cars are made mostly of plastic and while we now have air con (delicious air con!) we also have congestion, sky high petrol prices, a worthless economy, overflowing car parks, service stations rammed with cheap plastic chairs, angry overweight people, horrible toilets and confusing coffee machines, congestion, that special kind of rage only summoned by an apparently mutinying sat-nav, congestion, and did I mention the sky high petrol prices. The trip to France was a bit of a reality check for me in this sense. I think I was born in the wrong era, or perhaps I’m just a pessimist with high expectations. Is that an oxymoron? Wait, I don’t even care.
Alas, there was no journey of self discovery or late night campfire societal epiphanies. There weren’t even any camp fires. We did, however, spend the trip camping in our mighty Eurohike Avon DLX (not a promotional plug, just highlighting the funny name), camping being both amazing and terrible. Part of me loves the camping life, nature being only a flimsy door zip away, but my body doesn’t love the shoulder-crumpling sleeps, I’m not a fan of the sudden fear of bears (and, yes, there are bears in the Pyrenees) and nor do I like having an ant infestation in my porch. I’m not kidding, the bastards took my apple pie! Still, we timed it very well because the weather was perfect – cool enough to sleep at night but quickly getting hot during the day. And by hot I mean it was 37 degrees on some days. Camping in early September in the UK is often a different story – gale force winds and frost not being out of the question. Nonetheless French campsites are generally very pleasant; two we found were amazing (one in a pine forest and the other on the top of a hill in the Pyrenees), two were a bit shit and the rest were nice. Win some, lose some I suppose. I have to say, the Hossegor area is phenomenal. It’s a sublime mixture of pine forests and some 200 kilometres of golden sandy beaches. Now we’re talking! I also enjoyed the cheap beer in France. That doesn’t exist in the UK anymore. Hello, inflation.
So I guess the trip was about experiencing nature, which is what I love to do anyway. I may have learned that France is probably not the place for me, but it’s good to find out what you like and don’t like, arriving at your ideal destination by a process of elimination.
The next trip? I’m not telling you. It’s a secret.

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May


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May is the probably the best month. It’s the most colourful, that’s for sure, and it also has two bank holidays which is, like, I don’t know… fucking awesome.

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February Photos


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This month I give you a little photoset. I love daffodils. They’re the cheeriest of all the plants, bobbing away in the spring breeze (or, well, perhaps gale force winds if you live in the South West) and they’re tough, too, surviving even the chilliest of frosts. I learned, though, that it’s quite hard to take photos of my jolly yellow friends, not because they refrain from keeping still (they do) but because it’s difficult to capture their colour properly. My pink orchid decided to flower for the first time in years and it’s looking delightful, if I may say so myself. Here again it’s amazingly difficult to capture its true pink on camera, so I challenged myself and my partner in crime (also a keen amateur photographist) to take a photo of it. The last time it flowered, back in 1987, I really struggled to get anywhere near the true pink but this time I think I nailed it, both the daffodil and the orchid. It’s a nice feeling to see, literally, how you’ve progressed.

The sun finally came out and it dissolved us all, our pale skin unable to cope and our tiny mole eyes blinded. Actually it was magnificent, and at the weekend we insisted on being outside all day in spite of the almost sub-zero temperatures. And when I say sub zero I actually mean about 7 degrees, which is cold enough if you ask me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Further To My Post…


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I take back what I said last week about there being nothing to photograph except wet leaves. The universe must have read my article because the very next day I looked out my window to see a thick autumn fog looking back. I grabbed my camera and rushed up to the moor before even having breakfast. I needn’t have rushed, though, because the fog hung around for another three or four days. Regardless, it was quite amazing to wander around in the heavy silence; a couple of joggers and dog walkers emerged from the mist – I heard them approach long before I saw them – but other than that there wasn’t a soul around. It was interesting taking photos of stuff shrouded in stratus cloud, what with all the whiteness everywhere, and I don’t have much to show for it, but, hey, here’s my attempt at fog photography.
In other news, a wet storm this morning blew away my hopes and dreams of some crisp autumn scenery this weekend (again), and my mum is getting fed up of me writing ‘snakes’ on her shopping list.

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