I’m still on Instagram. And still taking pictures of crap. This week I couldn’t have even been bothered to take pictures of proper crap, so I’d just point my phone camera in a random direction and call the result abstract, conceptual and minimalist. That’s a polite way of saying that something is plain dumb and shows zero effort.
26 March: Still traumatised by a blackout that happened forever ago and caught me in the act of not having a torch, I purchased a candle holder. Cheaper than a torch and doesn’t need batteries.
27 March: The Day of the Triffids. That’s another trauma of mine, this time a childhood one. Ever since I read this book, I’ve been wary of plants. Admit it. This plant looks so scary.
28 March: I was forced to sew a button back on my pants so I could wear them and I hated it.
29 March: I unregistered from paying radio broadcast fees and since I now officially must not own a radio, I tossed my unused radio alarm on the shoe rack, ready to take it to the pawn shop. By the shape of its loop aka noose, I assume the device suggests I hang myself.
30 March: You think you’re seeing a night light show? You’ll never believe me but it’s really a picture of bubbles on my coffee shot with flash. Yep.
31 March: That’s not a disused flag but my bed sheets. Changing the bed was the highlight of the day. I so much hate doing it, jumping from one end of the bed to the other and trying to fit the supposedly fitted sheet.
1 April: I’m either twelve or I never grew up because journaling in these super cute notebooks is super idiotic when an adult does it. I apologise if you’re doing it too. I don’t mean you, I mean me.
Autumn is dead. Here are mugshots for its tombstone. It was back in October when one could still go out without risking death of exposure. Oh well. One more reason not to go out.
All curled up
Water is fascinating
Looking up the trees again
Remember that before the coming of this shitty slush, all was lush green? You don’t? Me neither. But I have pictures to prove it.
Too much filter
The sky is blue. Duh.
Warrior (the tree)
I’ve been really overdoing myself shooting-wise. I don’t travel, I refuse to leave the house even, so my scope of subjects for taking pictures is extremely limited. I accept the challenge though and can be found these days wandering around my two rooms and snapping
The bulb inside my lamp
A radioactive-warning-like reflection
That wasn’t me
I swear the holes were already there
Guess what! A hob!