Well, it’s been a few months without an update. I should write something up about the first third or so of 2022, but in keeping with my current vague remit for this blog being “a limited sort of personal diary for when I’m old and don’t remember what happened when” the big headline: on the 27th of April, a year to the day after moving in to the house, Miranda and I got engaged.
I am quietly (ok, loudly) pleased that even though she’d been on at me to propose for ooh, a while, and I’d been saying “I have a plan for that”, I still managed to actually surprise her. In related news: it turns out that even when one is 99.999% sure that the answer will be yes, actually proposing is still nerve-racking.
So yeah, life is now entirely about wedding planning. We’re doing (I think) OK at it so far. I’m sure it’ll all get more stressful as we go.
Well, I didn’t quite manage a totally legit one-a-day – to get the whole thing done has taken slightly over a year. But this shot here is the last of my 365. A sunset behind a telegraph pole seemed like a fitting end.
Another holiday photo from two years ago, this time from Amsterdam. Yes, you’ve got me. This isn’t actually any sort of attempt to make art at all. This is all just the digital-era equivalent of the boring bloke down the road who makes you sit through all the slides he’s had made of his two weeks in Torremolinos. So you just sit there drinking your Blue Nun, while I get the next batch ready, OK?
Yeah, I know, you wait for ages, then a load come a long at once. Tough. This one’s from some shots of The Correspondents at White Mischief. But not the one that I was at the other week, oh no. These are from May 2009. It’s taken me over two years to get around to putting this set of shots onto Flickr. I honestly don’t have a good reason why, I just got distracted by a shiny thing, and then forgot about them. But here they are. I know some of you are fans of Mr Bruce here, and some of you will be once you’ve taken a look, so go ahead and click through to Flickr for a few more.