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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?

The Girl

My beautiful mind. My thinker. My asker of questions and knower of things way beyond her years.

My little worrier. My Cassandra. 

My silly sausage. My crazy. My patient model. My help. My sanity. 

My big softie. My heart. My cuddles.

My girl. And her best friend, Mr G.

A few more words on these pictures. Those last two: how NOT to use a reflector. The top one on the other hand: do you see how it worked there? No shadow on the left of her face. Compare with the one immediately below where I didn’t use a reflector. Both work, depending on what you’re going for. I just find it interesting the difference a small piece of shiny fabric can make. And not a bulb in sight. Fab. Technical witchery aside***, I took these pictures to practice. To practice having to take a picture. Because I’ve just been invited by the most wonderful Diyosa Carter to join a blog project with a small group of extremely talented photographers for which we will *have* to take and post a picture every week. Having a rather demanding full-time job to squeeze into the week too, I’m both super excited about being part of such an amazing little community and a little terrified about actually finding the time and inspiration to create something worthy. Anyway, watch this space for more news… I’ll not reveal the name of the blog yet. I’ll leave that for Diyosa when the time is right.

*** When Amélie was but a midget, I was invited to visit her classroom so I could see what kind of stuff they got up to. The teacher told me how they had made their own glue together. Being a child at heart, and possibly a little over-enthusiastic, I exclaimed “oh! they must have thought that was magic!”. The teacher looked at me and said, in her sternest voice: “it’s not magic, it’s science”. Now I love that she was instilling a fascination for science and for seeking answers to what may otherwise seem mysterious to the children she taught. And she was right to correct me. Good on her. But I did have to giggle a little inside. If you know what I studied (clue: science) and one of the businesses I work for (clue: they make glue), you’ll understand why. Why was I telling you that? Oh yes, just to be clear: I don’t actually think using a reflector involves any witchery. It is magic though!

 

5 February 2014 - 5:41 AM Arvee - Beautiful girl! ;) Love her eyes!

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