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...

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Nooks and Crannies

When I travel, I always like to discover the nooks and crannies of a place. I really believe that you can only get to know somewhere if you get completely lost in back streets and deserted plains. I do think I'm intrepid and I'm always up for a bit of exploration here and there. This was true of the middle Sunday of our holiday. There was little point on going to a town - especially a small one - because most things would be shut. For those of you who are avid Top Gear viewers, you may have seen that the only reason the boys got pulled over by some friendly Carabinieri was not because they were exceeding the speed limit, but because they appeared to be working on a Sunday.

So we decided instead that we would go somewhere unaffected by things like opening hours and Catholics and went instead to a place of natural beauty off the beaten track: a lake called 'Antrona' up in the hills.

By the time we got there, the sun had fallen below the mountains and left the water looking impossibly blue. The only thing missing from our scenic pictures was indeed me jumping. I hastily obliged.

Day of Rest
Lago di Antrona, Italy, 2009

Ok so I may have disturbed the peace a little, but the place really was deserted and that really is the beauty of nooks and crannies...
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Location: 28841 Antrona Schieranco Verbano-Cusio-Ossola, Italy

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