Graduated from art school in 2000 & have been keeping going creatively ever since - although sometimes by my bootstraps. I write fiction & poetry (& this). I draw & paint, & I cook, & I travel as often as I can. I know the world is not always friendly or conducive to the creative life or to the open heart, so I'm just working on keeping my inner fire alight, hoping that people like me can all help keep the bigger light burning too. May we all have the good fortune to enjoy health, happiness & creative fulfilment!
I've been struggling for a while with the frustration of not being able easily to get photographs in a form that was electronic and hence uploadable. I found I could order copies of my films on cd rom, but the cost of that mounts up, to say the least, and I realised that fairly soon I would have spent the price of a bottom-of-the-range tinny digital camera, given just how bloody cheap they are getting these days.
So I took myself to Boots - the big Boots in Westfield (Westfield shopping centre, aka The Good Ship Axiom from "Wall-E") - and waited ten minutes until the chap who knew about cameras was free, and I bought one.
Chap-who-knew-about-cameras was charming and enthusiastic and an all-round nice friendly guy. It was rather like being served by a young Will Smith, only from west London not the USA. He really did know about cameras, too, and he gave me lots of advice, talked me through all the features, and was perfectly happy to accept it as I worked my way round to buying one of the cheapest ones they sold.
So now I have a little toy. I've begun trying to get used to it and to experiment with what it will and won't do well. Initial examples of things it seemingly won't do well are above, but there are some slightly better things to come... And it's early days yet.
After buying a camera I fled in shock to the tapas bar in one of the huge atria, and had gambas al ajillo and a glass of tinto di verano, yum, good food, yum; and then treated myself to the dvd of the director's cut of "Bladerunner", in a sale, some sensible black cotton trousers, likewise in a sale, and a packet of halva. Yum again. I felt like the last of the big spenders by then; new hardware and trousers and a dvd and lunch out? Shocking.