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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?

LTWRL – Week 1 – the story behind the picture

A few weeks ago, I was asked, by one of the photographers I admire the most if I would join her in a project. A project that would encourage us to pick up our cameras and take at least one picture a week of our children. I’ve never taken on this kind of challenge before because I’ve always felt that I have enough pressure and enough deadlines in my life without adding more in my spare time. But I couldn’t say no to Diyosa. First of all, to be asked by someone like her, for her to want to share a space with me, well you don’t say no to that. Diyosa was the first person, some eight years ago, back in the days of Flickr, that ever took the time to respond to my questions about photography, who bothered to give me constructive feedback. She helped me to grow as a photographer more than she knows (and more than she would acknowledge even if I told her) and I still learn from her today. So to get to work with her on something… it’s an opportunity only a fool would turn down. And then I saw who else she and her co-conspirator Tracy had asked to join the group and my mind was blown. Seriously. I mean, I obviously love photography and I even occasionally take pictures that I’m proud of otherwise I wouldn’t post them on a blog for the world to see. But I’ve never thought of myself as being good. So to be included in a group of this standard… It kind of baffles me. And scares me. And makes me feel let’s-get-up-and-dance happy. So of course I said yes yes YES!

And so here we are. Let The Wild Rumpus Last! A picture a week for a whole year. And this is where I’ll be posting the story behind the picture. This week, feeling the pressure of producing a suitable picture beginning to mount, for the first time in over a year, I actually dragged my big camera along with us over an entire weekend (since having an iPod with a camera, I’d got kinda lazy). We went to the beach and to the botanical gardens (usually two of my favourite shooting places). I took hundreds of pictures. Then, on Sunday evening, as Amélie sat on my bed drawing, I noticed that Charlie had crawled underneath and was playing with his torch. I lay on the floor and fired off a couple of shots. And, as you can see, they turned out to be my favourite. Which just goes to show that photography really is just like love: it will find you when you’re least expecting it.

I hope you’ll take a peek and enjoy some of the group’s pictures. There really are some amazing photographers to discover.

15 February 2014 - 11:41 AM Rachel - I love the photo and I love knowing the story behind it! I am thinking I might have to do the same...share the story and some outtakes! I always love seeing what did not get picked. Also, how on earth is the floor under your bed spotless? I have dust bunnies throwing gang signs when I look under mine.

19 February 2014 - 5:22 PM Annie - Such a sweet project! All of the photos are lovely. Charlie is precious!

19 February 2014 - 6:31 PM diyosa - i don't even know what to say.

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