I've been feeling like a fish out of water these last few days. All over the place [bed a lot actually] and feeling fed up in the process I can tell you. Toots can relax because it wasn't his fancies that laid me low.
I dragged myself out of bed this morning - after my pre-breakfast meditation - and decided that this day will be better. Loaded the Holga with some Rollei400s, searched and found the Perkeo that had a half-used roll of GP3 film in it and took off in our little red car.
The Pentland road is always nice - even in the rain. I stopped and shot some Perkeos and then a Holga or two. It's one of the rules of being a photographist on the island that one has to shoot 1: sheilings, 2: the stones 3; the beaches. I succumbed.
Sheiling on the Pentland Road - spur :-)
Later, I bumped into young Alexander in The Smoke. He's an ex-boy scout or something but a thoroughly nice man to boot. He always cheers me up - and he did. There he is, sitting in his 'wheels' or whatever the local parlance is.
So, I know I'll be panned for shooting the Sheiling, mocked for shooting the Holga and criticized for snapping a fish out of water [out of the freezer actually]. But who cares? Not me since I'm feeling better today :-)