When Sparrow asks to you bring something black and moody to wear, you know you're going to end up creating something wonderful. I am not lying when I say I wish I could look like this every single day.
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There are certain faces that you can take photos of for the rest of forever and never want to stop. This is the owner of one of those faces. This is Wren, and she is beautiful, and this is another set from the Saturday of Five Photoshoots with my little, feathered collective.
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I am prone to self-sabotage. I am the demon on my own shoulder, pulling at my hair, picking at my skin and telling myself that a little of this won't hurt, and a little of that, and a little bit more.
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This week was an experiment in both colour and technique, and I was fully expecting to not get any pictures I liked but that's what my mission to create consistently is all about. I want to learn new things and create outside of my comfort zone .
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I've been feeling fuzzy lately - like there's static in my brain while it is simultaneously filled with syrup. Everything has been slow and crackly and like it may not actually be there. When I've tried to concentrate, my brain, the poor thing, has been pulled this way and that, all the while getting stuck in the syrupy. fuzzy sludge. It's not been a good brain week.
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I'm not much of a gamer. I have random bursts of obsessively playing things and then I stop and play nothing for months and months and months. But sometimes you find a game that plants itself in your heart and never leaves. This is a homage to that game .
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This is a love letter to golden light and little pockets of wilderness in the middle of a bustling town. I was born in Oxfordshire, where the countryside is abundant and available within a short walk. When I first moved in with my other half back in 2016, I was worried about the lack of open, green spaces. In the Black Country, there isn't much sprawling countryside between towns, often there's nothing but a sign in the small space between streets to tell you where one ends and the next begins (at least, that's the case where we live).
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Welcome to a small portion of the inside of my head, where my cat snuggles up close and the moon is never far away, and I am as magical as the things I dream about when no one is looking.
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Every life is made up of moments, from teeny, tiny microscopic ones like that time you kicked a stone that little bit further than you ever have before to gigantic, towering moments like getting married, giving birth or landing your dream job. Most people, myself included, do not expect to have powerful, life-affirming creating-is-what-I-am-meant-to-be-doing-with-my-life moments while sat in a little study in a little house at the end of a not-so-little garden, in a little street in Oxford, balancing a teacup and saucer on their head while one of their closest friends pours tea into it under the direction of a mad-brilliant, creative genius. (Yes, it was all captured in camera.) But there it was, and here we are.
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