A consequence of working; the drag of writing up a blog entry which supports how great you are dwindles. I can't hack this social media necessity or have the will power just to write a few sentences it seems.
A year has flown since any last addition to this page, 50+ weddings in the bag and nor much else these days. When I have become quiet, I am still thinking about the next wedding day I am attending. Either that or boring my wife with the latest gossip about what our neighbours are up to. On one side the exploits of a retired teacher and an hour every fortnight with her gardener doesn't go amiss. Especially as it's only a terraced house back garden. The other has an outdoor pet rat judging by the droppings on the messy patio.
I need to get a life.
I am trying to hit a white ball around a golf course as a form of escapism, and it nearly works until the next lost pricy ball hits the bushes.
Justifying my day by seeking out new backgrounds to wedding couples who will be married there.
Now waiting for that Spring burst of work, daffodils come and go, the next cup of tea.
The self portrait, the selfie, an artist's signature.
January, watching my football team hang onto a thread. A dark and desperate month with only hopeful anticpation that all will be alright.
Start reflecting, feeling nostalgic. Doesn't work, this month is all about counting the days off the calendar. The real stuff won't start until the sales end, only problem is the sales run longer these days.
Chocolate becomes a distracting indulgence. Thank goodness I don't do the lottery, I'd rather put weight on. Yet this is when we slim it off with resolutions. Must get out on my bike to escape the craving. That's the answer, ride and take chocolate.
Think about changing things, moving along. Unfortunately this month is like being stuck in mud. Christmas has still only just finished, don't rush the year, let it flow. Leave the panicking until the end of February. Then if no change, role on 2023.
Crap weather isn't always bad news, wind is.
Long hair, unstable dresses, along with the typically spectacular awkward balances on high heels can make the interesting compositions for pictures, maybe not always as enjoyed by the bride.
With the increase in volume of climate change, wind will only become an even more regular occurrence on this island, more obviously apparent in those traditional formal group shots we all still love to have.
Brides just be wary of that wedding day gust with full frontal blast when facing the camera or side flow for full affect to cover the eyes of your new husband. I'm not afraid to take that picture.
Locked away from all the systematic change outdoors, encapsulated in a world of renovation and down-sizing.
With the dwindled calendar of photography work, an opportunity to pretend to be a plasterer, decorator and fixer of houses.
The wonder of YouTube and "how to" clips and suddenly we are all professionals. The pretence begins to whine down once those first ripples of un-straighten walls bulge and shadow in low-light. Fortunately my days in photography are not numbered just yet.
Curiously this full time fondness of all things DIY has led to an upsurge in drinking coffee. I had never realised there was a connection and occurs generally as soon as you reach a snag in your work. Those moment to ponder and reminding yourself from Eric the Welsh plasterer's YouTube channel once more.
Come post lockdown/ post tier down there is a lot of finger's crossed for next year from 'to be married' couples, event organisers and suppliers. But being pragmatic, it's a long road to recover from this year's hurricane of bad news. This time of year may have been usually reserved for reflection and celebration of the last twelve months, but instead it's more of forget and hope.