Thursday 6th September 2012, 8.40am (day 378)
Since Sunday I have spent the great majority of my time sat on my butt, working. It needs doing, but it doesn’t make for many photography opportunities. What you’ve been seeing here are just snatches of time, unrepresentative of life, really.
Today I was working at home all day and yet, still, there are these little bits and pieces of things to see, moments where the familiar territory of my house of 11 years shows me something new or different. This strand of honeysuckle reached down from the front wall and into the well below the kitchen window by our shed (where the cave spider lives), giving some colour to a grey and autumnal morning.
Being 42 