Sometimes I take some photos and I just really like them. There’s no context, no event to record, no funny anecdote, just some pictures that I want to share because I really like them. And here they are.
Since I got the new lens for my camera, my ratio of photos that I like to photos that I think look like a 5-year-old took them, has vastly improved. Some of them have even made it into my imaginary list of favourite photos. It’s definitely the lens, not me.
I took these photos over the Christmas holidays as we walked through Parc du Bruxelles, in Brussels, don’t ya know! We’d had the only snowfall that managed to settle so it was nice to go out and enjoy it. Since then we’ve had flickers of snow but it’s always too wet for anything to lay on the ground. Shame that, I like snow.
That’s all. Just some snow photos. But I like them.
After we’d enjoyed a half day trip to Vaxholm island, Kris and I decided to take the ferry back to central Stockholm. The ferry ride ended up being a mini tour through the Archipelago for a fraction of the price of a real tour. Although, we were limited to seeing only those islands on the direct route back to the city.
We hopped on the boat sometime around 2pm with a few other tourists and enjoyed the hour-long boat ride back to the city.
We thought about heading outside of the cabin to take the photos, but it was just a bit too toasty and comfortable sitting on the chairs inside. Actually, I only took photos for the first 10 minutes of the journey and then gave up because there was too much reflection from the window. Instead we spent the journey enjoying the view and talking about where to spend the rest of the afternoon.
The most exciting thing to happen was the passing of the Swedish Military boats responding to the reported presence of a Russian submarine in the Archipelago.
And that was pretty much it, our tour through the Archipelago, and a slightly out of focus couple photo for the finish.
I decided the other day that my blog doesn’t really have any recurrent features and then I remembered that I do photo-an-hour posts, albeit they might not always be totally correct, each month. I also remembered yesterdays Taking Stock post, the now on hiatus Animal Talk series and my Saturday Spotlight posts which will be back in February in case you’re concerned. To conclude: I talk bollocks.
But, my aptitude for talking bollocks isn’t what we’re focussing on here.
Even though the failure rate is reasonably high, photo-an-hour posts are some of my favourite to read and to put together. Therefore, we are dragging this series into twenty-fifteen because I said so. Saturday was the first one of the year organised by Louisa and I failed.
Not only did I fail, but I attempted to counteract said fail by uploading multiple photos to Instagram at once and hoping no one would notice. I’m also convinced, the time that Instagram gives you since the photo was posted is inaccurate and not a proper means of working out when to take another photo.
This first two photos I managed to take an hour apart. The rest, that’s anyone’s guess.
To top my failure off. I thought I had plans, I didn’t. That’s next weekend. I just had errands to run, real classic adult errands of the bank and health insurance. The bank was closed and so was the health insurance place. You know, fuck those people who work Monday to Friday. Fuck them and their health. It’s not like they can pay for a doctor anyway because the banks closed.
After that we went for lunch, I bought shoes, hair dye and marshmallow fluff and Kris carried my bags. I kid! He actually carried the veggies we picked up from the market and we amused ourselves by resting the tops of the leeks on the checkout as we paid. Because ya know, we could.
The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent staring at the RyanAir website and trying to match long weekends to cheap flights. Then it was food, TV, a little more food and bed.
That was our Saturday! Hope your Thursday is a happy one!