1 to 4 yorkshire, bloody yorkshire // 5 ruin exploring // 6 rambling rose // 7 ye olde tree // 8 big house, small person // 9 to 11 getting down with the trees at thorpe perrow arboretum: if you're in the area please make sure you go. it's wonderful // 11 the grim reality of a family boot on tour // 12 a rural postbox // 13 benches and bowling greenso, er...hi?
i've begun, saved and deleted so many posts over the past month, most of which will never get any airplay. it would appear that i've totally lost my blogging mojo. it also turns out that three kiddos doesn't leave you much time for anything. like a general LIFE. who knew? not grumbling though, i promise. this article did the rounds on twitter et al a couple of weeks ago, so you've no doubt already seen it but just in case you haven't go read: it's a welcome antidote to our bullshit culture of busyness.
since we last spoke i've done a handful of weddings, which i managed to completely un-photograph! real clever, no? the time i would normally take to get a few shots in was taken up with discretely breastfeeding in the back of a transit. just taking care of business, baby.
we're back from an extended trip back to yorkshire. normally this would be something i'd relish but someone in the family is really ill and the reason for the visit was something none of us would choose. jane wrote in a post this week that "this is where the rubber meets the road" and it's exactly how i feel. i'm seeing everything in technicolour just now; greedily trying to capture glimpses and memories to preserve in my mind and reminding myself daily that these are the happy times. the happiest of times.