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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?


You know there are those days when the light is just perfect, all the colors seem to be in harmony, your children (or pets or whatever it is you usually photograph) are in a good mood and not yet covered in food… everything is just right. So you pick up your camera and… NOTHING. No matter how hard you try, no matter what settings you chose, no matter how low you lie or how high you climb, every single picture you take comes out looking… well… ick. And then there are the days when the light is average, your children have got themselves dressed (or not), none of the colors match, they still have breakfast all over their faces, but they are having fun and you just want to capture that moment. You feel guilty for picking up your expensive camera for these personal snap-shots that no-one else could possibly appreciate, but there it is. That’s the only camera you have (this was before I had my iPod and Instagram). And then, somehow, something magic happens and *BAM* you love every single picture. Well, that’s what happened this day back in September. Maybe they still are personal snap-shots that no-one else will appreciate, but they fill me with happiness and that’s all that really matter. I present to you my boy, the wiggler.(that’s his “I’m in trouble so I’m going to give you my puppy dog look” look – works a charm)(I love how he gets himself so tangled up in the wire – no idea how he does it. It’s a skill)(Amélie had got into trouble for some reason I no longer remember. Charlie wasn’t happy about her storming off to her room. Charlie does not like Amélie being unhappy. So he went to fetch her and bring her back. See. How am I meant to not love this?)(do you see the excitement on his face? So happy listening to music and dancing. He has some of the best moves. He does breakdancing and everything – even to classical music. He will breakdance to anything)(even the outtakes were somehow just perfect, don’t you think? Bwahahaha!)

26 November 2012 - 8:32 AM amanda - Insanely gorgeous. That first pic is like he's posing for a fireman's calendar. Your certainly know how to make gorgeous babies you two.

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