TweetI shot a lot this month. Enough that I needed to step away from the camera for a while. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy shooting XC races, holidays climbing in Wales, family. It’s that I had lost motivation. Needed to stop looking at the world through a lens for a while. Needed to stop looking. The opposite of what… Read more →
TweetNew job. New daily routine. New set of challenges. Photography was not a primary concern of mine last month. But a the few times the cameras came out, they had purpose, which is what I like to do. So not all bad. Read more →
TweetFirst year of teaching over. A major break needed. 9 weeks off before my new job started. A lot of time to do things. Climbing – home and abroad. Running in the hills. Dressing up with the family. It took a while to wind down from the year, but it was good when I did. Read more →
TweetBack on a real bike. Back in the summer part of the park. Back on the camera side of a fell race. Read more →
TweetI realise I’ve done my usual 12 that I liked the most from the year. But I wanted a mulligan. A do over. A bit late, but such is life. Nor is it just twelve. Overall, I took a lot of photos I like. A mixture of digital and film again. Lots from the Leica Q and the M6. Many… Read more →
Tweet12 images from the year gone. One a month. Read more →
TweetA busy month. A new job in teaching. Learning on the fly. Too much time taken by thinking and learning. I had two chances to get some time to do rather than think. A weekend in the Lakes teaching navigation to fell runners. The second, helping at our mountain rescue teams new downhill fell race with Calder Baby 1. Read more →
TweetFamily holiday to France. First time in Font with a tiny person. A break of at least 10 years since I’d been there, it’s still as wonderful as ever. She most definitely got into it. Read more →
TweetSix months of waiting. Six months of hoping for good weather. Six months of wondering if any one of us would pull the plug and ruin it all. Paddy Englishman, Paddy Irishman and Paddy Australianman walk into a pub in Wales. It’s cold. Wet. Windy. They’ve sacked off a climb to sleep in a field and get some hot food.… Read more →
TweetJuly consisted of two things – a trip to the Isle of Man, and quitting my job. I’d not been to the Isle of Man in over 20 years. When a round of the English fell championships was announced we made plans to go straight away – on another note, being a sovereign country, I have no idea how a… Read more →