It's been a funny sort of day.
Nicola seems to be coming down with a cold, I really don’t think it’s Covid, so our plans have been curtailed by her need to be warm and still. No hiking over the hills for her despite her pull. And I’ve just kind of wandered the day away without so much as leaving home.
There’s a real sense in me that I’m about to step up to my plans, but also a feeling that I’ve already let myself down by not ticking off all on my list. Stupid really as it’s only the 3rd of the month, the year even. So I’m trying to give myself a break too, in between cooking, keeping house and checking on my elderly parents and disabled brother who live next door and have come to rely on me for so much during lockdown.
The one commitment I have managed to stick to has been my creative one, so it’s not all bad. I’ve spent a couple of hours going through my Lightroom catalogue and made some progress with my tidying and organising plan. I reckon that I’ll have cracked it by the end of 2022.
For now though I’ve been poring over images from previous Januarys and finding some long forgotten gems.
You know those kind of images that you don’t even remember taking? Virtually every shot I’ve ever taken is somehow embedded in my memory and as I scroll through the grid in LR it’s like seeing old friends with every image having a story and ringing bells in my head. But occasionally one stops me in my tracks, primarily because I’ve forgotten all about it to the point of not even recognising it as my own work.
Yep, the shot is of a place I’ve visited, the frame is between sets of images that I remember, was shot with my camera according to the metadata - so I must have taken it!
Maybe these images were more Muse driven than Me driven. Here’s one of them, caught in the valley behind our home and one that I’d be really quite proud of if I’d taken it recently. Time to give this image an airing I think, and one or two of the other long dormant pictures!