So...where to begin? It's perhaps best not to even think about it too much. So much has changed since the last time I blogged about any photos, mainly because so much has happened personally. It's okay, I've still had a smile on my face sometimes, but hell, it's been stressful and will continue to be for the time being.
It's difficult to place how I feel about a lot of my photos that have remained stockpiled. It's not only because I'm so tired at the moment that my elbows keep slipping off the desk. They're just from another time.
This lot are already nearly a year old and I think they were taken to test the AGFA, which seemed very reluctant to give me a good photo on my trip to Denmark. There's still something going on with it that I'll suss out another time. Since then I've taken almost sole responsibilty on a day to day basis for my two teenage lads and (fortunately) for now I have the family home to look after. The lads and I are grappling with shopping, cooking, cleaning, GCSE's and all the emotional stuff they feel when their parents royally fuck up the nuclear family thing and quite suddenly start seeing new people.
On this day the sun shone, my youngest protested strongly about getting out of the car at all and a most likely autistic lad laid in a ditch for a whilst his parents patiently waited for him to settle. A regular day out but I knew when we came here as a four that it was for the last time we'd be such a unit at Sherwood Pines. It was almost bittersweet. I drove, the kids eventually played happily together in a place full of happy memories and I took some photos...