Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Growing Up


The Big Boys

The price to pay for working with the big boys is clearly wearing a big boy-sized photographer jacket that makes you look completely ridicilous.

The Europeans was an absolutely fantastic experience, working alongside the pros was slightly daunting and very educational.

But it also made me realize that I am just a complete amateur - in a silly looking jacket.

Me (on the right) with some of Europes finest equestrian photographers. To the right of me German rider Mathias Rath finishes his lap of honour on foot.

Summer Moved On

Summer is over and I have nearly been through all my unpublished blogposts. The ones remaining now are either so unfinished they need a lot more work or just total rubbish. Or, saying that I had a couple of the possibly too personal ones I have mentioned before lined up. But due to some unexpected developments recently I have decided to leave them there for now.

In my experience things can easily be misunderstood when taken out of context, and I also find that people who don't know me well don't always understand the spirit of the blog. Put in the words of a (fairly new) friend who somehow ended up knee deep in fools & horses: Wow, it's like an open diary or something...

Yeah, I suppose that's one way of putting it. And why I have decided to not go there right now.

But with everything happening at the moment I don't really need old posts - I need some time to dot down some of what is happening right now. And I assure you I am working on it...

Sunday, 13 September 2009

The Fit Flop

When my best friend kept going on about these fabolous new flip flops she had bought that were suppose to make her fitter I laughed for about two hours straight.

When you add that she is possibly the most gullable person in the whole world I just assumed she had been ripped off by some clever salesperson.

But then it turns out to actually be a brand. Apparently it is footwear with a built in gym!

Yeah right - they won't be getting my money any day soon...

If it wasn't so utterly ridiculous I would probably feel a bit bad about not believing her...