Every picture is a memory. Every time we press the shutter on the camera we are freezing a moment of history so we can preserve it forever. It sounds monumentous doesn't it, but it's not: Facebook will certainly tell you otherwise. I log on each day to see the myriad of photos that my so-called 'friends' vomit onto my homepage. Not only do people upload a sequence of the same picture - I have two of them so why not use them - but the other people in the picture will also post their versions of it. The result? Monster albums clogging up the internet providing the CIA with plenty of material should anyone need blackmailing in the future...


It is an age-old question, though. How do we make our holiday photos interesting to the general public? How do we step away from the necessity to have 'been there' to really appreciate someone else's pictures? And, while we're at it, how can we remove this insane fashion for de-tagging and portraying this hideously false image on Facebook? There is no hard and fast solution - no tried and tested method to solve this, but I think I may have hit upon a compromise.


May I invite you to read on...

Thursday, 19 January 2012

Desperate Housemates

The day before I left university for a year in Italy I made sure I spent some quality time with my housemates. You may have read in another of my posts that this time was the end of an era and when I went back to university in my fourth year, things just weren't the same. I look back to this time as the culmination of two fantastic years, and the end of a mini-chapter of my life.

Well that's all pretty depressing, so let's get back to the jumping nonsense.

So that night we'd decided to eat up all our leftovers and watch a good amount of Desperate Housewives (series one) as we were very near the end and we couldn't leave it unfinished for an entire year! Anyway, we ate our fill, watched until we had square eyes and took a whole series of commemorative photos. With one exception. My room was not condusive to jumping.

We went outside and because it was our last chance to take some jumping pictures, we took Marcey the Trampette too. Now you may have seen the false start we had in taking these photos, but we got there in the end and thought about moving on to something a little more ambitious.

Desperate Housemates
St Andrews, May, 2009

We got a little carried away. By the end of the evening we'd annoyed everyone that was studying for exams with our whooping and Marcey was well and truly buried in the ground and we had to dig her out. With a screwdriver. Desperate housemates indeed.
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