28 february
February 28, 2011

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for a couple of hours on sunday morning, the sun was shining. if you live in london, then you surely understand how momentous it felt.
and if you do nothing else today, please read this short essay called “photography is easy, photography is difficult.” i’ve been thinking about it constantly.
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I understand your feeling (frustration) as yesterday when we woke up and while having breakfast, we made plans to take our son to the Zoo but then again, clouds covered the sky and rain payed us a visit in the afternoon …
No Zoo, no pics of my son with the monkeys … just another ordinary Sunday !
Like your blog and your photography !
Cheers … Pablo
Not wishing to rub it in, but we had sunshine most of the weekend in Edinburgh…and today too to boot! Amazing but true…
These are great incidentally…particularly enjoying the top one.
Lucky you ! … Need some sun here in London !!!
first thing i did was open all my loft windows to let the sun in. it was short, but perfect! :)
thank you for that link. I found the essay so inspiring.
Thanks for the link about Photography. I enjoyed reading it and enjoy your photos of daily life.
wasn’t it glorious!
although of course by the time i got it together to get out of the flat, it had started p*ssing down with rain!
totally relate to that sentiment. what wonderful shots.
(off to read that essay.)
thanks for the link. the last paragraph of that essay really speaks to me.
ah sunshine! we were completely covered with a blanket of snow saturday / sunday, but now it’s back to grey and slushy. here’s to more sunshine! happy week, b.
I loved the sun on Sunday morning too. Not long now until spring…..
i love this essay and this light impressed me. i wish i lived in london.
yey sunshine. it makes such a difference. I love the muted colours on this picture, it´s so beautiful. I love your coloured pictures, they are amazing. and that 1962 set on Flickr, wow, thanks.
Lovely essay, though I only disagree on one point. Photograhy is never done, finished or complete. And that’s the draw.