Saturday, 1 January 2011
out on the wiley, windy moors...
Unfortunately, I had not factored in the stabilising role that photography had taken in my life. I had all of this "free" time on my hands but my sanity once again began to slip away. It was unnoticeable at first, but slowly the volume of the soundtrack in my head increased, my mumbling became more frequent, a blind fury of rage was stirring deep inside... Something had to be done and I know, that in my case, creativity kills craziness...
So here I am; back on the 365 wagon, holding on for grim death and not entirely sure that the next pothole won't shake me off... but hey; one down, only 364 to go!
Ready for the new 365 challenge and full of bacon, optimism and the previous nights booze, Kate and I went for a walk up to Belas Knap, a neolithic long barrow, near Cheltenham. It was a misty, rainy walk. I took lots of photos, we got very wet.
This was one of my favourites of those I took; a family just emerging from the mist. I have started to process a few of the others and may post them when I get around to it... (I believe I already mentioned about the free-time/365 see-saw.)
Posted by ChernobylBob at 19:30