I wanted to share some photos from my week, a week that saw me complete three photography jobs, travel to and from Bristol to see my sister and indulge in a little flirty banter with a man playing a guitar. I was working, and was required to take this gentleman’s photograph - and there was chemistry, people, chemistry! It’s been so long I almost ran away.
I’ve always been a bit in awe of how musicians can put themselves on a stage, how they can reveal themselves in song. The worst thing you could ask me to do is to sing. Sure, I can do karaoke but that’s for fun - it's not singing, it’s camping it up with a tambourine and an oversized mic. Real singing makes me feel utterly vulnerable - hence I never do it.
So there I was, snapping away as the two handsome musicians made music with a violin and a guitar, completely impromptu, sitting in the sun as they waited to set up for the gig they’d be playing that evening. As I listened I marvelled at how they had their thing, how they had a gift they could use, a talent they felt so comfortable with their instrument was an extension of themselves. And I envied them for a moment, until I looked down at the camera in my hands and remembered that I had found the thing that makes me get up in the morning smiling. And it’s true - I really do, even though I have no idea where it is taking me.
A friend of mine recently told me that she feared she didn’t have a thing, that all she could do was ‘be a mum’. And she is a wonderful mother, but I had to point out to her how gorgeous her home was, how her sense of style was straight out of an interiors magazine. Her thing is interior design; others are poets, writers, cooks, yoga practitioners, singers, painters, sculptors, gardeners, surfers, walkers, knitters… we all have a thing.