I love my job. I pour as much of my myself into my business as I would a human baby. But sometimes it’s bloody exhausting. Between last Sunday morning and now I’ve worked 82 hours. I’ve written and delivered two conference sessions, done three film shoots, organised a fourth, begun negotiations on visas for a notoriously tricky country, and written about 4000 words of copy. None of this is a complaint, but I am looking forward to resting. Today will be my first completely work-free day since 22nd October and I plan on doing little more than reading and eating things that make me happy!
Dendrochronology is the method by which you date a tree by analysing its patterns and age rings. It is derived from the Greek word dendron which translates as ‘tree limb’. On Friday I noticed @lovelustlondon tweet that this weekend he adds another age ring to his chronology. As I’d so far only published one shot from our April walk in the park I thought a birthday Sinful Sunday was in order. Happy Birthday!
Before a night out a cheeky glimpse of bra is WhatsApped across the Atlantic.
“I want to see more of that.”
“I’ll send a better picture later.”
Five hours later.
“Bugger, I was meant to take a photo for K.”
“We can do it now. Get across the road under that sign. Quick! There’s nobody around.”
Shot by Exhibit A with Livvy on surveillance duties…
Here’s the second of the photos from mine and @19syllables’s autumn adventure last week. Words and photo by her, body mine! Anyone who knows me will guess these words made me weepy happy.
A trip in the woods with Exposing40 is a many faceted joy. During the times I’ve been out with her on photography adventures I’ve learned so much. It seems hackneyed but I’ve definitely grown because of it, both for myself, and in my attitude and knowledge of others. The comments that people write on her blog are so positive but sometimes those words make me feel that the pictures don’t tell the whole story. I think they paint a scene of calm and oneness with ourselves and nature. But although there is happiness it’s perhaps not as zen as you might think.
There is so much laughing. Actual hooting. Naked, joyful hooting. Right at the moment we should be super-quiet and inconspicuous.
There’s tip-toeing barefoot (bare-arsed) over the spikey beech nuts on the forest floor (“ooh, oww yeesh, gah!”). There’s the moment she asked me (from where she’s lying on the forest floor) how the pictures are looking and I accidentally say she looks “a little bit like roadkill” and we laugh that silent sort of laughing when tears well up in your eyes and you can’t make any noise. I backtrack:
“No, no, not roadkill. Not roadkill at all. Maybe something out of one of those Scandinavian TV thrillers..”
We hold onto our naked sides to as if to stem the laughing from bursting out of us and rethink the shot. There’s forgetting which tree we’ve left our clothes behind. There’s E40 so sweetly reminding me to focus the shots and maybe wear my reading glasses which I’m consistently failing to do because I am having So. Much. Damn. Fun. There’s discovering we’ve lost E40’s knickers, retracing our steps only to find them hanging on a twig, jaunty and triumphant, aloft in the breeze like a standard to nudity, and her whooping through the idyllic dappled shade “Hooray! I found them!”
Afterwards, I’m brimming with a special sort of wellness that can only be achieved through forests and friendships and freedom.
“I’m so L.M. Montgomeryglad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
@19syllables, by me.
“For you have spent enough time in the past doing what pagans choose to do—living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing and detestable idolatry.” Peter 4:3
There is nothing sinful about this photo, but the truth of the matter is the amount of this fluid consumed last night means there is zero chance of any creativity from me today. But I haven’t missed a Sinful Sunday since I started in February 2015 and today won’t be the first week that I do!
I had always intended to shoot a Sinful Sunday at Exhibit A and Livvy’s wedding, but while last night’s pouring rain would have made for a great fluid shot, it didn’t make for an appealing or practical late night photo in the orchard! So here is some wine and bubbles and a view of their beautiful marquee instead!
I love how many of my photo posts are not just photos but records of happy times and adventures had with friends old and new. It’s become something of a diary. So although there’s no nudity this week I am very happy to have this diary entry. Yesterday was truly special and you both looked beautiful and so happy. It was a delight and privilege to be part of the day. Congratulations and lots and lots of love. Xx