Aeolistic


Night time ramblings

I love a good (and safe/well-lit) night time walk. I try to go on one at least once a week, but unfortunately it doesn’t always work out that I have a few hours to spare. I had to introduce myself and say one of my favourite things to do last week and I said, “I’m Annabel and I like walking.” 100% truth.



The last dregs of summer

Recently, my body has been going to great lengths to tell me I’m burning out. I decided to use my day off yesterday to go out with my camera, and I feel much better for it. I walk when I need to think and process and de-stress, and yesterday that was just what I needed. I walked from Camden to the South Bank via Holborn and Waterloo Bridge, then home again via Blackfriars Bridge and Chancery Lane. It was such a beautiful day yesterday and I challenged myself to use only my 50mm prime lens, because I never use it. I think I did alright and it’s always good to nudge myself out of my comfort zone every now and then.



Burning out
April 19, 2010, 12:01 pm
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I’m ridiculously tired and cranky, but here is one of my favourite shots from my gallivanting adventure the other day. With the flat-hunt, commute, new job and diary chock-full of commitments this week, it’s nice to flick back through the weekend’s photos, even if this does make it feel like an eternity until next weekend.



Wanderlust

I decided to get lost in town today. I came out of my Indonesian class and just fancied wandering around. I went down a posh-looking street, meandered a bit, and ended up on New Bond Street. Then I took a completely new route to Embankment. I must say, considering how awful my sense of direction is normally, luck was on my side today. It was a photogenic route too.

With my sunglasses on and camera out, a couple of tour hawkers pounced on me at Piccadilly Circus, shouting ‘NI HAO! KONNICHIWA! TOUR??’ and waving leaflets in my face. An interesting glimpse of the London tourist experience!



A spring in your step

Rarely do I like one of my own photos as much as this one (above) – mainly because it was such a fluke shot. I love playing around with reflections and mirror images.

I’m clawing my way out of my photo slump, slowly but surely. It could be described more accurately as a creative slump but I’ve been making waves over the past few weeks – sewing, music, taking photos (jack of all trades, master of none). And yesterday, after a few years of avoidance, I went and bought a sketchbook and some pencils. It’s going to be like trying to write in a different language on the first few attempts but at least it’s something to do that isn’t panicking over general life confusion. I swear most of my friends feel as confused as I am right now about what to do with their lives. Perhaps it’s a quarter-life crisis or something, catalysed by the dismal job market. Instead of dying my hair and buying a leather jacket/expensive car, I’m grasping at creative straws to compensate for relative failure in the non-creative aspects of my life. Making things proves that I am productive and making progress as there is something tangible to show for my efforts.

It’s funny, actually. One of my friends called last night for a general catch-up. He said, “I knew something was up as soon as you said you’d bought a new sketchbook.” I’m that easy to read, it seems! I guess the choice I made between creative and non-creative (not that it’s so rigidly defined, but humour me) will always leave a ‘what if’ or a temporary get-out clause if everything isn’t going to plan.