Happy weekend, guys and gals! Not that weekends are particularly significant in this distance student/blogger/winging-it life of mine, but whatever. I shall cheers to Friday nonetheless!
Before it gets to wine o’clock (tea is still in hand) I thought I’d put together a little photo diary and have a chitchat about the last few weeks. They’ve been odd ones!
One of my autumn goals had been to get behind the camera more, and I can safely say I’ve achieved that. Obviously some of these snaps are of me not by me, but I’ve taken the majority myself. This gal got snap happy lately, you see! Since my beloved baby G7X is away being repaired I’ve been using both an SLR and my Huawei phone camera more, so my photo style has changed a little bit. Just playing around. 🙂 More free time and more fabby autumn light (have you seen the sunrises and sunsets atm???) are giving me lots to play with. A couple of people have actually noticed a change too, so that makes me happy!
Not even a mini road trip is complete without a flask of coffee! This attempt to capture the steam on camera failed miserably but the coffee did an A* job of warming me up nonetheless. Yep, it’s only October and I’m banging on about it being cold already! Cold enough for jumpers and scarves but not freezing is just nice. Although some exciting news about a trip somewhere much colder than England landed in my inbox this week, so I best get used to it. Tips for packing for Baltic countries in December on a postcard, please!
As well as starting to build a portrait photography portfolio (more on that soon!) I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for photogenic views/angles/general cool stuff. I’ve hopped on the train across the estuary from Arnside to Grange many a time (mainly on family trips to the bakery over there, not gonna lie) and always thought it’s pretty picturesque as train tracks go. Quite happy with how this one turned out! The best shots are the ones you have to do an awkward squat for, don’t ya know.
For the sake of my own sanity another autumn goal had been to make sure I go out at least once a day – even when I don’t technically need to – and that’s a commitment I’m glad I made! Or else I’d probably have gone a little bit
more mad. I loved travelling abroad on my own (everyone should do it!), and I’m quite liking paying more attention to things closer to home on my own too. I probably looked like a weirdo with a serious obsession with leaves when I took these, but what the hell!
I hate myself a little bit sometimes too, don’t worry. 🙂
Yesterday I hopped on the train over to York for the most needed catch-up ever with Saskia, and certainly wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity to wap out my camera there either. Kind of annoying that the train windows were so dirty tbh, because the train across the Pennines has the best views. The high-speed Virgin train to London ain’t got nothing on this one! Well, it does have plug sockets, but still.
Is it possible to visit York without taking at least 10 photos of the Minster? I think not. Fun fact: I saw the queen here once! Can’t remember why she was visiting but we noticed a hell of a large crowd gathering, noseyed around to see what the fuss was about, and there she was. Hope you feel better for knowing that.
I frickin love fudge omg. Never mind how sickly it makes you feel, lemon meringue fudge is the bomb!
Also, how good is the quality of my phone camera? Not bad Huawei, not bad! I pretty much chose the P9 for the dual lens Leica camera and have not been disappointed. (York pics are a mix of my phone and Canon 400D, all others are Canon 7D btw).
I don’t think me and Saskia are actually capable of being in each others’ company without tea being involved. 3am cups of tea when you’ve had enough gin, anyone? Seriously though, this cafe couldn’t have been cuter if it tried. I can’t for the life of me find it online, but if anybody’s headed to York, it’s right my the National Trust Treasurer’s House on Minster Yard (behind the Minster ofc). Expect mismatched vintage teacups, incredibly steep winding stairs, bunting, low ceilings, and a view of York Minster. Old British stereotypes at their finest.
And now my belly is making odd noises and telling me that I absolutely must go cook dinner now. So that’s all from me!
lily kate x