Cross the tracks safely at Hanwell station in west London. On the way back to Heathrow after a rainy day of meetings in the city. Yes, this is a lazy shot and it’s the first of the fauxlaroids I’m going to be posting. For two main reasons; 1, I’m too lazy to load lightroom and 2, I’m too lazy to develop film, scan it and then load lightroom.
Tara street dart station, where the first(?) boards.ie film meet started. A wide and varied selection of cameras (mostly of the cheap & plasticy variety) came out to play and by all accounts, a great day was had. As I processed and scanned these yesterday, I did notice a weak whimper from my camera bag. On further investigation it appeared that my 5D has all but given up hope of ever seeing the light of day again. Poor little bugger.
You sleep more or less all day, only getting up to eat. You get taken out for walks to burn off all that energy and then you go home and go back to sleep. Your every need is taken care of. Free bed & board. You never need to work and you’re never in debt. You never owe anything to anyone. People will think you’re cute even when you don’t try to be. You’ll never have any complicated relationships or be stalked by any crazy people. You can’t talk, so you never have any arguments. Unconditional love from at least one person is a distinct possibility. However, even at best you’ll probably only live 15 years.
Taking all that into account, I hope I come back as a dog.
Waste plywood strewn on the old tracks at Mogeely train station in east Cork. It’s days like we’ve had recently that make me wish I was self-employed again. Back then, if the sun suddenly came out I could conveniently ‘go missing’ from ‘the office’ and jump on the bike with camera in hand. Those days led to many great trips around west Cork and many a fun time was had. Now, some years later it’s all changed. Now I have to have the foresight to ring in sick if I want to do that!