First week of term is over. For all my worries, my eldest has found his way home from secondary school, done his first piece of homework without fuss and not yet lost his tie. The other children like their new teachers and Stikins have done for labelling uniforms what Henry Ford did for car manufacture.
Meanwhile, with the sudden return of state-sponsored childcare, I’ve finished some research, drafted a feature and emailed some more pitches. For me, it’s still a wonder this is now my job. It’s exactly what I wanted to do, but I didn’t realise it was possible.
As to the photo I said I’d take each day, I’ve done it, honest, even if some of them were copying newspaper articles I needed for my next piece. The candle above is probably my artiest shot, taken at my cousin’s wedding the weekend before last. I’m trying.
And this is Bath, just because it’s pretty!
Decades after leaving school, September is still my favourite time of year. It means crisp air, clean skies, oversized uniform and the intention my homework will always be beautifully presented and handed in on time.
As Tom Hanks says in You’ve Got Mail: “Don’t you just love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies.” It’s Autumn in Bournemouth and I want to learn something new.
Last week, I told an editor to say no if I ever offered her any of my own photos. It might be my phone. I suspect it’s me. My pictures seem little better than they were when I was first given a camera at ten. And so I avoid taking them, and the ones I do are impressionistic.
But yesterday, I downloaded a book on Kindle- Photography for Writers. In an hour, it demystified frightening terms like shutter speed and pixel, and inspired my September challenge – to take a photo a day for a month and see if I improve.