I crashed. I didn’t have to post every day anymore, so I stopped. I took a deep breath, and almost found it hard to get going again. But I almost can’t help myself, it’s like an addiction. I miss writing just a few lines of the thoughts that pop in and out of my head. And I feel a need to share the things that I love, that inspire me, that give me joy.
Today it was Melbourne. Just like any other day that we catch the train into the city, have lunch with daddy, buy some chocolate (and an ice-cream when the days are long and hot), and stroll around taking in the sights, chasing the birds, and searching for sticks on the side of the road. It’s not every day though that both the kids fall asleep in the pram at the same time. Almost simultaneously. Giving me a good half hour – forty five minutes of doing as I please. As long as I do it quietly. I always tell myself that if this ever happens I’m going to head to the nearest coffee shop and treat myself to afternoon tea. Eat some cake without having to share. But I didn’t. I {gently} walked the streets, looking up, instead of constantly down and around. Melbourne is such a delightful mix of young and old, city and country, concrete and trees. I love the skyline, and the buildings that butt up against the blue above them. And I love that there are trees in the middle of the footpaths, providing both shade and serenity. Both of which I fell into and soaked up.
I’ve been loving all the suggestions for my next series of POTD – it’s going to be so hard to choose. For the time being though, until I make up my mind, I’m just going to stick with what inspires me, as it inspires it. And today it was Melbourne.
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And I know I have some pretty serious sunflare happening here. But trust me, it was on purpose. I love shooting into the sun. I have a camera, and I’m not afraid to use it.