Looking back on every image I’ve created over a one year span creates emotions I never have truly experienced before. My memory has never been compared to an elephant’s, so looking back and being able to relive every day is one of the most amazing feelings imaginable.
For this last image I’ve taken every photo enclosed in this blog and overlapped them taking the opacity down to 1% and placed the RYFB logo underneath. The file in Photoshop was 6.81 GB! My iMac preformed like a champ though.
It may not be the most attractive colo(u)r but if you look at it enough you can start to feel like it’s undulating and alive! All of those daily photos trying to escape. I find it hauntingly beautiful. Seemed appropriate for the culmination of this exciting year. I thank you all so much for your patronage!
I’ll be starting a new blog soon. I’ll be sure and add the link to this blog so you can follow me along whatever new adventures will come up!
Seems fitting that a visit to the Kubrick’s mansion is the penultimate post in the ending of this blog, since that’s where this blog idea began.
It’s always great fun helping Celia prepare lunch for everyone there. She never disappoints and always makes something amazing and I had a little bit to do with it.
Went to a Carte Noire launch party. Pretty entertaining night of caffeinated sensory perception experiments and booze.
What is the point?
The fun fairs are peppered all throughout London right now.
I’ll always be a boy inside… no matter how old I get.
We needed the brassica patch cleared to plant broad beans. I didn’t want to take any pollen away from a tiny larva’s mouth so I stacked them to let the bees be. I’m too much of a nature freak sometimes.
We need one of these on the allotment.
Yeesh. Friday the 13th is a horrible day to have an interview with an amazing company.
WTF London time. I love random sculptures.
I sometimes get homesick when I see seaweed.
I love the tentacles that grow out of potatoes.
The ants are back in our compost. Yeah!
An IFO hovering in our backyard. You can pick your friend and your Arsenal. (Pronounced: arse-and-all)
Only the British will get it. Sorry Americans.
American werewolf in London!
One of these days I’ll own a digital camera that can properly capture a brilliant moon.
I heard it through the grapevine.
