tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46544294357981812302024-02-07T02:09:11.163+00:00RedLayeT:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-79241817382878413142014-08-24T10:08:00.001+01:002014-08-24T10:08:21.564+01:00Enemy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My own sleeping brain is my number one worst enemy.<br />
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How do you turn off the worst thoughts when you are not conscious.<br />
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Being alone with myself.<br />
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It's not nice.<br />
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<br />T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-85667020852952634792014-08-19T07:47:00.001+01:002014-08-24T09:55:24.138+01:00Steam from the earth.There is a rising mist with the sun.<br />
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Grey clouds low hung.</div>
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A smell of fire and smoke so strong.</div>
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Yet we are still living in August.</div>
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Autumn have you come to greet me early? </div>
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T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-46562359420482703162014-08-11T17:42:00.003+01:002014-08-11T17:42:44.905+01:00What am I doing?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Choosing to be alone.<br />
Alienating.<br />
For a supposed guilt.<br />
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It's hard on the brain.<br />
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I shouldn't have to feel this way.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-38612323848361285172014-08-07T10:08:00.002+01:002014-08-07T10:08:38.662+01:00A turn.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
There is a good that comes from every evil.</div>
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You know.<br />I think I might be finding myself again.<br />
It's taken over 5 years.<br />
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I miss a few things.<br />Nostalgia.<br />
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Change is not always good.<br />
Choices are not always correct.<br />
And.<br />
Life is not always fun.<br />
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You can lose yourself.<br />
Easily.<br />
When faced with your own terrible, trapped thoughts.<br />
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But you pull through.<br />
You always pull through.<br />
Eventually.<br />
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Little by little.<br />
I will find myself again.<br />
Through positive change.<br />
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I can see myself.<br />
From afar.<br />
Emerging like I was.<br />
The confident young woman that I used to be.<br />
So happily.<br />
But now.<br />
With a few more experiences tucked under my belt...T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-3844256712504759552014-07-01T18:25:00.001+01:002014-07-01T18:25:05.902+01:00I lied. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm not really doing the best at keeping this thing up to date.<br />
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I will.<br />
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Maybe when I am sat in my Beach hut on events square next year.<br />
Maybe when I have real internet to use.<br />
Maybe when I have things to say.<br />
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I will.<br />
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Sorry.<br />
Again.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-33231200161636177632014-06-08T13:47:00.001+01:002014-06-09T09:13:23.773+01:00Ok, swim.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ1gQZuGcV-FkzkILNioiz1t5wlhD3NdgBng5eUfFuLDgfIF42yrNIUDqmBmhdUS5figASG1B72H8UU7hswl40fYlCY9GzZn3wLLR7MjV1tkA5_3cN9sysnzUnmFpsbRplSTj7dZ9_Lya/s640/blogger-image-1893689129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ1gQZuGcV-FkzkILNioiz1t5wlhD3NdgBng5eUfFuLDgfIF42yrNIUDqmBmhdUS5figASG1B72H8UU7hswl40fYlCY9GzZn3wLLR7MjV1tkA5_3cN9sysnzUnmFpsbRplSTj7dZ9_Lya/s640/blogger-image-1893689129.jpg"></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's strange, that feeling you get. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The one where you realise that you are ok.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The one after you finally do something that you have had sitting on a to-do list for three or more years. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm blubbered up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I live by the sea.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In my own little house. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And I love it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's all ok.</div><br>T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-39518652633293801632014-05-08T14:31:00.001+01:002014-06-09T09:15:01.342+01:00Restart.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnoqaBAnlQmTBTMQUlIMVqrSbJIx6pqZoMjmfRmOZGBpIcBm7modaDOy_6hPIb7YIONWWPI-EVAuGIWBfIV9okSD7n2ObXzJ0LWLJuLR7GKL-YIk9Mqg7UQbFBTkf3586Ksjl7K8w1jYo/s640/blogger-image-556649385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnoqaBAnlQmTBTMQUlIMVqrSbJIx6pqZoMjmfRmOZGBpIcBm7modaDOy_6hPIb7YIONWWPI-EVAuGIWBfIV9okSD7n2ObXzJ0LWLJuLR7GKL-YIk9Mqg7UQbFBTkf3586Ksjl7K8w1jYo/s640/blogger-image-556649385.jpg"></a></div><br></div>
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I have been aloof.<br>
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Today I bought a nice new desk.<br>
A table with a table cloth.<br>
It is all I need.<br>
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Making my Wendy house a home.<br>
One step at a time.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-75365776223353624872013-04-21T22:49:00.000+01:002013-04-21T22:49:18.869+01:00A Small Return. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
More apologies for the delay in posting.<br />I would like to say that I have been busy. <br />But I have not. <br />I have been moping about.<br />Being poor. <br />And all that.<br />No excuse for not sitting and blogging really. </div>
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Anyway.<br />You may know, or may not. That I returned to 7th Rise last month.<br />A little under a year since my last&first visit.<br />I really do not know why it has taken me quite that long.<br /><br />You may all get the hint that my life is not generally moving in the desired direction at the moment.<br />Despite efforts.<br />It was a small relief that I felt when walking down the muddy slope. <br />Though the fields and the trees.<br />Towards the familiar little cottage. </div>
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The place itself has not only grown.<br />But evolved.<br />
Efforts and hard work of many have changed and tweaked.<br />Constantly changing to become homes to those who are staying.<br />
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I took the exact same picture this time last year.<br />
The rusty thing.<br />It's nice to see things that stay the same.<br />Whilst other things inevitably evolve and grow.<br /><br />
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Myself and some other ladies.<br />Instead of dirtying our hands with plantings and constructings.<br />We went in search of flowers.<br />In their destruction we created the 7th Rise logo.<br />A seasonal compilation. Reflecting the colours of the cottage in spring time.<br />Daffs. Prims. Cups.<br />It was a pretty thing.<br />
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<br />Naturally. Fires where started. Warming hands and hearts on a sunny but chilly day.<br />All natural fire of course... No flammables involved. No sir..<br />
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Time stops in this place.<br />
You can breathe again.<br />I was sad to leave. Always.<br />I had to leave.<br />There was no want involved.<br />
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Well done Thom.<br />You have had an idea. Fixated on it. Developed it. Worked so hard. And most importantly, enjoyed that work. <br />From what I see from the sidelines. It is an exciting time.<br />As someone who dips in and out. Presenting you with pixels from paper.<br />Growing more and more.<br />The cottage. The community. The idea.<br />Spreading knowledge, joy and a little peace.<br />
A place of pure inspiration.<br /><br />
When I grow tired of my daily 'stresses'. <i>(I know how you would frown).</i><br />I do think about the cottage.<br />Last year in-particular. In the rain and at the start.<br /><br />I am so happy that I have been involved. Even in this tiny way.<br />
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Thank you again. See you soon xT:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-76684353673919239492013-04-10T18:57:00.001+01:002013-04-21T23:11:19.266+01:00Living and Growing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjapeco1ceHdFa9vggo5DkUv0wy4Hv7z2f5pa41dJFODn6ehwhnSh3DSdg5yMm4bJwHavUd4rqNrNY3KilCpIcyKKtIFfG77KZUgGQU5FPxN4uX5IY-FCn62dVVC1IGQ3PG74E3jG9kGs2/s640/blogger-image--2101991224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjapeco1ceHdFa9vggo5DkUv0wy4Hv7z2f5pa41dJFODn6ehwhnSh3DSdg5yMm4bJwHavUd4rqNrNY3KilCpIcyKKtIFfG77KZUgGQU5FPxN4uX5IY-FCn62dVVC1IGQ3PG74E3jG9kGs2/s400/blogger-image--2101991224.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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We tried to stay occupied with films and foods. But sometimes, these things just can't keep you from thinking yourself into a hole.<br />
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The extra hours of leisure make it easier to to be optimistic.<br />
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I have had more thoughts about my Photographs.<br />
Today my small digital camera came home from being fixed. A nice little bit of post, for sure.<br />
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To start I had a nice little day of shopping for things that where on my list. Some got crossed off. Some are still waiting to be bought.<br />
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I look at my little pots with a soft joy.<br />
This is just something to give me a small feeling of direction.<br />
I'm still feeling around blind in the long grass, waiting for a landmark to appear on the horizon.<br />
Once it does, maybe I will have grown a little myself.<br />
Along with my little garden.<br />
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T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-73984737823953345382013-03-19T21:59:00.000+00:002013-03-21T11:15:48.553+00:00The Smallest BreakThis title has a double meaning.<br />
Possibly a triple one.<br />
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The last few weeks have been hard on the brain.<br />
Possibly the months too.<br />
But trying to ignore my own sadness caused more problems.<br />
Eventually I seemed to break. </div>
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I broke down and spilled out.<br />
Tears most days. No reasons and un realised feelings.<br />
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I know this is rather personal.<br />
For a post on my public blog, for all to see.<br />
But it might help the followers make sense of things.<br />
Perhaps more than I can. </div>
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The positive side of the break. Is that when I hit a bottom.<br />
I have enough of it.<br />
I am not over it.<br />
But now I can make progress and take steps to get out of my slump.<br />
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First.<br />
Dust off the camera.<br />
It was done.<br />
Almost by accident.</div>
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As a rule, I will always carry my camera with me when the sun doth shine. </div>
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So I did. Last saturday. Wake up to a bright burning sky.</div>
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My camera in my bag, I went to work. To remember that my Baker boss would be running one of his Easter Baking courses in the afternoon.<br />
I offered my services as snapper. And snap away I did.<br />
Sharing my camera love with my colleague. <br />
We captured the joy of people on a light afternoon.<br />
Baking breads and sweet things. With smiles on their faces.<br />
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The small break that I had planned came a few hours later.<br />
Waking up with the sun once more. A small bag already packed with film and gifts of yeast and flour.<br />
I made my way again to 7th Rise.<br />
A return. Which I cannot really believe has taken me so long.<br />
Just short of a year.<br />
I remembered the way.<br />
It was familiar.<br />
It was fresh. </div>
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I was glad to see the face of Thom.<br />
And to meet some new ones too.<br />
We had a nice little day.<br />
Girly flowers. Manly shooting.<br />
It was the tiniest escape, but the few hours there, within the cottage in the woods, was the exact thing that I needed.<br />
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I was, for the first time in a long time. Not dwelling on miseries.<br />
I am not sure what it is. About that place. About the different people. About Thom. Or even about myself, when I am taken away from my routine.<br />
But I feel enlightened. Or at least a little more relaxed.<br />
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A concious decission has been made. To visit the cottage more often.<br />
To be away from my supossed stresses.<br />
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I have some direction.<br />
And this place seems to help me see the way.<br /><br />There are alot of things I need to do.<br />And saving my money is the priority.<br />Sadly. Without the pennies.<br />I cannot start doing what I want.<br /><br />But I will.<br />Soon.</div>
T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-89347636304197068232013-03-13T15:13:00.004+00:002013-03-13T15:15:17.117+00:00I've gone Crazy.<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">Crazy, <br />I'm crazy for feeling so lonely</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">I'm crazy, <br />Crazy for feeling so blue</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">Worry, <br />Why do I let myself worry?</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">Wondering what in the world did I do?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">And I'm crazy for loving you</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19.5px; text-align: center;">And I'm crazy for loving you.</span><br />
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T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-55494883397478007112013-03-13T12:27:00.001+00:002013-03-13T12:27:26.300+00:00Planning<br />
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There has been a lapse in productivity.<br />My time spent mostly at work.<br />Then being too tired for anything else on days off.<br />Having no money.<br /><br />These things are all just silly excuses.<br /><br />I know that motivation is all about perceiving certain things in a certain way.<br />Glass half full.<br />Until today it has very much just been empty.<br />For a while now I have been a sad one.<br />For reasons that I can not entirely put my finger on. So cannot share to you for now.<br />And for more reasons unknown, I woke up this morning with an idea in my head.<br />To get some wind under my withered wings.<br />Stop using currency as a barrier to prevent me doing the things that I love.<br />To stop me progressing. </div>
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Yes I am working alot. Yes I am earning my fair share. And yes most of that money may be going to the necessities of living.</div>
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But I can use some pennies, slowly, to build up what I need.<br />Create a space in my life for my Photos.<br />I may not be able to get all the things done all at once.<br />But there are things I can be getting on with.<br />Without money, and without much energy. </div>
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I will need to be patient.<br />It seems that the trait that I have the least, is always the reoccurring factor for these ventures and plans. </div>
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Slowly. Surely.<br />Things will take shape.<br /><br />I am blogging again.<br />And surely that is a start.<br />To getting back my old self. </div>
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We get each other little gifts.<br />
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There is lots of tea.<br />And checkered wood.<br />
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We had a little Christmas.<br />Watching birds.<br /><br />
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Things keep changing.<br />I can't keep up.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-42028200000979260092013-03-10T14:15:00.001+00:002013-03-10T14:15:53.447+00:00Before I lived with Man.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Checking, looking for unseen photographs.<br />
These have been seen. But not on here.<br />
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Back in October. 2012.<br />Mary mare came to visit.<br />
I found these snaps.<br />They seem nice to share.<br />
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We went for a walk along the beach.<br />
A cliff on our left side.<br />Little foods. Colours. Rain.<br />
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I remember that it was lovely to see Mary.<br />A visit from home.<br />Before the move in.<br />Before the big change.<br />
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I was stressed.<br />And maybe I still am.<br />But it was a welcome break.<br />Before more stress.<br />
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<br />T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-41664235683617493582013-03-10T13:59:00.000+00:002013-03-10T13:59:03.799+00:00Sorry. Again, I am not blogging.<br />
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I have things to say. But nothing to show.<br />
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No new prints have been printed.<br /><br />It is a sad and lonely time.<br /><br />I'm hoping that when the sun comes, it will be better.<br />
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Maybe i'll just run away again.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-32591445229134967382013-01-13T15:21:00.001+00:002013-01-13T15:22:40.440+00:00Over my shoulder. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I realise that it is nearly half way through January.<br />
So a delayed look back at 2012 is what this is.<br />
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Every year I think of resolutions.<br />
Usually getting fitter. Healthier.<br />
They never work. It's only ever a temporary mindset.<br />
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This year however I have decided to be more sure about myself.<br />
To be thankful for everything that I have, and to make the most of not so great situations.<br />
Be positive.<br />
A vague but worthwhile goal.<br />
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Last year was a strange one.<br />
Full of changes. Left, right, center.<br />
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I began the year of MMXII in a slump.<br />
No job, or money to talk of. Shortly becoming employed.<br />
Mundane 9-5.<br />
Money again. Thankfully.<br />
This brought about more nice evenings with friends.<br />
'Hey Mare, Arch?'<br />
'Hey Steve, Cider?'<br />
'Hey Chloë, Foods?'<br />
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Opportunities to do more. See more things. Meet new people.<br />
I managed to get some motivation for my Photography again. With new funds to help. <br />
I tried my hand at skiing. Failed miserably. Almost braking my foot on some stairs. Rather than breaking anything on the Piste. <br />
A visit to Mexico with the family. Warm skin. Too much tequila. Midnight pool sessions with some new meets.<br />
There were some mistakes. Mostly in my own judgements concerning character.<br />
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The summer was surprisingly lost. Being in an office most days.<br />
Though I found a joy in the summer morning drives. Freckles from boiling sun for two hours of commuting every day.<br />
Along with getting rather large. Too many trips to the Deli. <br />
It was largely uneventful.<br />
A summer of calm.<br />
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Plans for Isle of White in place. But my impatience for a holiday brought spontaneous festival goings. June bringing about an eventual change with a new yet familiar face.<br />
Realising that I was ending my work contract soon.<br />
Realising that I had, in effect, wasted most of my money on leisurely times.<br />
Wasting my time pining for things that I wanted. Whilst not actively seeking.<br />
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I became tired of the same routine.<br />
I needed a change. And it was only me that could bring it about.<br />
Money actually started to get saved. I began looking for somewhere elsewhere to live.<br />
Frome was not my home anymore. Causing me more discomfort, for every day that I would dwell there, without any direction.<br />
I gave myself a direction.<br />
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My direction and motivation got me out of Frome.<br />
It gave me a small job, in which I didn't belong. But at least I was able to pay for the roof over my head.<br />
August and September were quite hectic months.<br />
Plans and plans. Then all of a sudden. I'm home. Falmouth again.<br />
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Even with the stress of the move. I managed to have some fun.<br />
After a week back in Falmouth. Realising that I had made a huge mistake with my choice of job. I managed to escape and run away for a week of music at Bestival.<br />
Mary. My Brother. His friends. The retard family.<br />
We had so much fun. Together and apart. Drunken stories in the mornings. Gazebo wounds.<br />
Running back and forth from stages.<br />
Colliding for Love Will Tear Us Apart.<br />
Worth every penny. And moment of back breaking pain.<br />
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The changes didn't stop.<br />
Not until the very end.<br />
After all our planning, and all my moving, myself and Man finally moved into our house.<br />
It is now our home.<br />
For the first few weeks it was more of a Man home.<br />
My possessions followed me soon after. And now I have settled a tad more.<br />
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There were times where I was incredibly worried about my money situation.<br />
Before long I found the perfect little earner for pocket money.<br />
Baker Tom's. Retail assistant. Bread. Bread. Bread.<br />
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Being able to afford christmas presents was uplifting.<br />
Taking pictures of food on quiet days in the shop is a perfect way to pass the time.<br />
New faces every day. Some you see again. Some you don't.<br />
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Although now. In the place that I have wanted to be since I left. In a job that I truly enjoy. Surrounded by food to snap. With a midweek weekend. I am incredibly lonely.<br />
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I only see Man. Also the occasional work colleagues.<br />
But when I think that this is getting me down. I think of how I have achieved what I wanted.<br />
Off of my own back. I was able to earn and save money. Have fun. Meet new people. Get a pretty job.Return to Falmouth.<br />
Really, I am happy again.<br />
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New Years Eve was brought in with Mary. Falmouth celebrated with boat horns and fireworks.<br />
As we joined and then continued with whiskey and Lord of the Rings.<br />
No headaches where had.<br />
And for once the New Year actually feels like a fresh start.<br />
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Now that I'm settled into my home.<br />
Settling into my new life.<br />
I'm glad. Excited.<br />
No real plans.<br />
But 2013.<br />
I look forward to what you bring me.<br />
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<br />T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-18194419851787960992012-12-13T15:01:00.001+00:002012-12-13T15:47:28.580+00:00The New Season.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Where all blog posts on the internet start with the sentence, "<i>It's that time again.</i>"<br />
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But yes. Hello December. Hello Cold. Hello Gluttony. Hello being poor. Again.</div>
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Before, in the Blue house, it was festive for sure. </div>
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Tiny tree, fairy lights, hanging delights. </div>
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But then Christmas came early. Very early.</div>
We were always peaking too soon.<br />
Going home for holidays by the 10th December every year. The time leading up to christmas was far too long. And now it is not long enough.<br />
I have gotten back into my habit of having roast potatoes for snacks. Feeling desperately peckish but somehow being able to wait for a good hour to get my lips on some crunchy fluffy goodness dipped in rich gravy.<br />
Like I have said before. This house is too much like the Blue house.<br />
In the best way.<br />
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Good news.<br />
I am employed.<br />
Baker Tom's felt I would be a good little retail assistant for their bread and pastries shop in Truro.<br />
With this new development, my freezer, and my belly is rapidly becoming full with bread.<br />
Cinnamon and Raison bread toast for breakfast everyday. New Fav.<br />
Alone in the shop. My own pace. Friendly customers. Nice little chats. Leftover crumbs.<br />
It's a good place.<br />
And always smells great.<br />
And I finally have a Christmas party to attend.<br />
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One downside, as there usually is.<br />
And for once, I don't mean the commute.<br />
Whilst it may be the season for joy and shopping and present giving.<br />
It is also the season for retail workers to be on their feet all day, right until christmas eve.<br />
That will most likely be me.<br />
Monday the 24th. I will be stood in a shop, full of bread.<br />
My plan is still to make it home to Frome for the evening.<br />
So if anyone who reads this, could please do me a favour, and on Christmas Eve, come to Baker Tom's Truro, and help empty the shop of bread and pastries.<br />
Take home the Parmesan and red onion loaf, and the Green Olive special. Buy some Cinnamon and Raisin loaf for eggy bread on Christmas morning. (<i>It's amazing</i>)<br />
Help make the shop bare, and then I may leave and make my way home for Christmas with my family.<br />
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Back to the build up to Christmas.</div>
It's again a new thing. New house and new things. And I guess new traditions. My own ones.<br />
So far there has been far too much mulled wine and watching Modern Family.<br />
But now we have the shortest, fattest tree in the world and I cannot wait to decorate it.<br />
With Cliche Christmas songs playing in the background. And probably bickering with man over the placement of certain baubles.<br />
Even so. It's our Christmas.<br />
The continuation of the new experiences.<br />
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For the day of. I intend to get up at 7:30am. Open my tiny gift at the end of my bed. Go downstairs to fire up a pot of coffee. Wait for the parents to surface, from their late night partying with the visiting Father Christmas. Open presents. Start drinking. Snowballs at 10am. Dress up. Cooking with Mummy. Muppets Christmas Carol. Lunch and all the trimmings. Being stuffed and eating more. Afternoon sleeps. Fiddling with gifts. Lego Starwars? Songs. Tipsy parents. More sleeps.<br />
This is my Christmas.<br />
Every year.<br />
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Though the run up is different this year. Three evenings and two days will be exactly the same.<br />
And I wouldn't have it any other way.<br />
The only difference. Is that I'll be driving home for Christmas. <i>(Yes with that song playing too)</i><br />
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To then return to my new home with Man.</div>
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T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-40847272543553878122012-11-24T15:36:00.001+00:002012-11-24T16:01:35.237+00:00Alone.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Man is away for the weekend.<br />He has returned to his motherland.<br />It leaves me in the house alone. Which I do actually quite like.<br />He has gone to fetch more of his possessions. To drown what little amount I have here, even more.<br />I'll forgive him. He found me some little cups and saucers. They were all mucky from the mud in which they sat, down amongst the boats.<br />He said it could girlify things.<br />I like them. </div>
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Even though I like my alone time here. Making it feel more like home in a different way. I have not yet spent the night alone in the abode.<br />I know I will stay awake listening. Sounds in the walls and floors. Pipes creaking and stairs relaxing. Was that a footstep?<br />My imagination is silly while I try to sleep.<br />During the days I occupy myself with job hunting and the occasional nap. </div>
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Taking photos of the weather behind the window and curling up in a ball, hiding from the furious wind.<br />The wind and rain scared me.<br />I have never seen anything like it.<br />The sea fell from the sky, and the wind whipped it to the side.<br />Thick and unquick. </div>
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A good calm after the storm. Yesterday was a very pleasant day.<br />I woke up refreshed. The sky was some blue. Some white. Some grey.<br />The air was fresh and still.<br />I walked and walked.<br />Around the town and down and through. Stepping through the brittle air. Cold and sharp like it should me this time of year. It reminded me of times in Bath.<br />My first home. </div>
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When walking I made up my mind that I would be ok again. I would feel content once more.<br />Remembering previous winters where I would sit in a coffee shop, or the back of a pub. Smoke around. Coffee/pint in hand. Wrapped up in warm layers. Sat under heaters. </div>
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Whilst I miss these previous winters when I have had company, I found myself alone yesterday evening.<br />And I did not wish for anything else.<br /></div>
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Soft thoughts of what I need to do.<br />Jobs. Buys. Socials. Saves.<br />It was a comfort. </div>
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T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-16438394923774587372012-11-18T11:35:00.001+00:002012-11-18T12:06:55.186+00:00Living with Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have done it.<br />We moved into our pretty little town house on Monday.<br />A day of stresses and rushed cups of tea.<br />Perching cars on pavements and cleaning with chapped hands.<br />Kittens sneaking in the house and jumping around open cars.<br />Busy. But good.</div>
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<i>(Mainly of made food)</i><br />I'm trying to make it as reflective as possible to how I am finding the new house and effectively the new experience of living with one other person under one roof. Someone who isn't part of my family.<br />Someone I have only really known for a few months.<br />We have been having fun in our home. Which it is already.<br />Sorting out our bedrooms, getting them perfect. Kitchens and communal rooms. <br />My bedroom; light, airy and matching. With a beautiful view. Standard Tash bedroom. <br />Man's is a mismatch of furniture and a beautifully bodged desk/workstation. <br />He gets a little bit proud when he talks about it.<br /><br />At the moment it is mostly Man's possessions in the house. Seeing as I have been living from a few bags and boxes for the last few months, I don't really have anything to contribute to the feel of the house. Come December however, when we make a trip back up to Somerset, I am going to load up my car <b>full</b> of all my pretties. From my old room, my nice kitchen equipments, little nicknacks that have ended up spread around my house in Frome.<br />Girlify the house a little. Make it mine too.<br /><br />After that, it will be getting onto Christmas time. Where hopefully me and Man can invite some friends and have a little early Christmas in our new house. Cosify the place with a tree and little lights. Maybe some small gifts under the branches before we head off to our separate families to celebrate.<br />Hopefully returning to Falmouth laden with leftovers. Bubble and squeak.<br /><br />All this is at the front of my thoughts and my excitement.<br />But for now, I am enjoying the ease and simplicity of living with Man.<br /></div>
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Planned meals and spontaneous drinks.<br />Movie watching and music listenings.<br />Coffees. Teas.<br /><br />All of this is making me incredibly happy.<br />And to wake up in my own beautifully bright room.<br />With my own mark surrounding me.<br />The smell of my newly washed sheets.<br /><br />I really am home. <br />Content.</div>
T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-81060435854669560092012-11-11T10:52:00.002+00:002012-11-11T10:52:52.396+00:00Missing MonthsFirst of all I should probably apologise, again, for the lack of posting.<br />Even after previous promises.<br />
I lied to you and I am sorry.<br />
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There is too much and too little time.<br /><br />There are big things for me in works. I am moving house tomorrow.<br />The start of a new. Clean Slate. All that.<br />It's those eras again.<br />
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This calls for a new photography project.<br />One concentrating on myself. My reactions and details of a new life.<br />Whilst "<i>Living with Man".</i><br /><br />I am moving in with my good friend, 'Man'.<br />Seeing as I have never lived alone with another person before, I thought it would be eye opening and quite interesting to record the details of a new experience.<br />
Most of the photographs will be of food.<br />I can tell.<br />We will get fat together.<br /><br />There is a downside to this project plan.<br />Even though I have no money, very kind individuals have sent me a lovely amount of camera film for me to use. As generous and amazing this is of everyone, I still do not have the money for film developing.<br />So the first images of this project will be a little way away.<br />I also will not have access to internet at home for the next few weeks. so updates of living and photographing will be sporadic.<br />Maybe even more so than now...<br />Though I shall do my best.<br />It will be a nice excuse to sit and sip in a cafe.<br /><br />Today is the last packing day.<br />So perhaps I should get on.<br /><br />I hope to write again soon.<br /><br />Keep an eye.<br /><br />T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-38957879902397552302012-10-15T17:15:00.003+01:002012-10-15T17:15:56.032+01:00August was Pretty. September was Busy. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
These last few months have been incredibly exciting. Full of new and familiar experiences. </div>
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Now. I would not say I was running away.<br />I have not run away. If anything, I feel more myself. Away from the place where I grew up.<br />Falmouth. Again. Not Frome. Here is were I dwell.<br />The idea had been brewing in my thick skull since I left last year.<br />A visit to Cornwall here and there since. And again I would leave.<br />Even when I did the photo job around Truro, when I left, I would well up. I was always leaving my home. Promising to it, under my breath or screaming out loud in the car, that I would return.<br />I have managed it.<br />Finally.<br /><br />
August had something special about it this year.<br />My photos had become a key part of who I am/want to be. For one. Confidence building. Faith in myself, and my own abilities.<br />My temporary office job, uncreative and unsatisfying was drawing to a close. <br />This colliding with the turn of ages. 23 this year. An old girl.<br />Along with the promise of relief. Falmouth, a mini promised land. <br />I had worked toward getting away. It was happening. And I cannot now describe the self satisfaction and pure joy that I felt.<br />
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Of course. I had a party. I made too much food. Leaving and growing and olding. It deserves a celebration.<br />I know I have said it many times. MANY times.<br />It was the end of an Era.<br />It is always the end of an Era.<br />And always a new one coming around.<br />
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Not even too soon. It was time to leave for Falmouth. The above picture was taken on the night before I left.<br />
I stood out for air. <br />Packing is a pain.<br />I received a phone call. A newly important friend. Near by. Looking at the same sky.<br />How most people will receive this I do not know. But I felt a sudden love for the place I was leaving behind. For the people, and the times. Recent times to be precise. A sudden rush of memories. Stood next to my shed. My hide out. Appreciation is what I felt.<br />And then excitement.<br />Almost as intensely. Things changing again. Time to move. Towards something.<br />Never not moving.<br />
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I did arrive.<br />1st September.<br /><br />I started a life again.<br />But this is not the beginning.<br />Because there is yet another era ending and another shortly to begin.<br /><br />
The excitement for another new chapter outweighs anything else mentioned before.<br />And this I will explain another day.<br />
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I'm nearly home.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-74241506881964154882012-08-06T20:25:00.001+01:002012-08-06T20:29:28.400+01:00Farm Fest Friday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-1391471299682321082012-08-06T20:09:00.000+01:002012-08-06T20:09:31.643+01:00Port Eliot.Favorites.<br />
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Stomps by the river. High tide is High. Low tide is mud.<br />
It was very amusing to see children sliding down the mud banks. Watching the parents cringe on the side of the river. How on earth will I get that out of their clothes.<br />
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Cocktails and food.<br />
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Much, much food.<br />
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Smokey flavors, with too many herbs. No such thing.<br />Explosions of chili bombs. Ruined taste buds.<br />
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I would very much like to go back.<br />I'd say next year.<br />But there is no next year for Port Eliot.<br />It's having a rest. A shame. But good.<br />2014. We shall meet there again.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654429435798181230.post-38698685844591422612012-08-06T19:33:00.000+01:002012-08-06T19:33:14.164+01:00Far and Between.I realise my posts on here are becoming an occasional event.<br />Rather than my intense blogging, like I used to do.<br />
It's because, yet again. A bee of busies, I have been, yes.<br />
I could say to you that I will change this. And maybe post more. But it seems to happen very sporadically and mainly when I am bored.<br />Like now.<br />
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If you see my Tweeting, you will see that I have been cheeking.<br />Angling my way to do photographs for little festivals.<br />Cider impaired lenses.<br />
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Managed, yes I did, to get a Press Pass for Farm Festival. A little field fest in Bruton.<br />Show you I shall.<br />I snapped and met a great and lovely band called Tall Ships while I was pottering around backstage. I can now admit that they where the only band there that I knew.<br /><br />
For all your informations. Anyone who wants to remember a night in a Somerset field... Do not drink more than three pints of Black Rat Cider.<br />
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The weekend before Farm Fest I went down to St. Germans in Cornwall, for a beautiful weekend next to the river at Port Eliot festival.<br />
Lots of familiar faces popped up. Colours. Lights. Musics all over. Outside cooking.<br />
SO much outside cooking. Delicious grub it was.<br />
I may have paid. I tried to blag. But my skills may need some developing. And portfolio needs building.<br />
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Saying that. My website still needs sorting.<br />After the initial motivation rush, things did slightly subside.<br />And now once again I have other missions on my mind, which means the website may be taking the back seat for a while longer.<br />
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Mission number one: MOVE<br />Back to Cornwall.<br />Truro.<br />Falmouth.<br />I will be in one of you soon. A few months maybe. I am determined.<br />After leaving Cornwall last time. I left with tears in my eyes.<br />I'm not going to do it again.<br />
Next time I drive past the wind turbines on the A39 outside of Truro, I will sure as hell know that I will be returning soon.<br />
Returning home.T:Laye///Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12416352030894452523noreply@blogger.com0