It's May, and the battered and bruised photographer begins to awaken to the sound of birdsong and email bleeps. A sunken face, with more than a bit of Desperate Dan facial hair, time for the clippers and a wash. Recharging batteries not only for the camera but myself too. This cold and crispy Spring is timing the rainfall nicely to fall on the first wedding at the weekend or so the weatherman says. Suddenly a brolly is going to be the most important piece of equipment. As my rusty eyes are being subjected to a pollen attack, a bit of rain might not be such a bad thing. More the worry of equipment mis-behaving after such an enforced period of inactivity. The back up is there in case, as long as that doesn't fail too. This strangeness of five months into the year with next to no work. Watching the seasons and thinking am I going to be the next groceries delivery driver? My butt stubbornness (idleness?) though takes over, I am a photographer and a building shed builder and the summer is going to be alright..maybe. So I stay as one.