Well, that'll teach me. Maybe...

[desperance]

I had to go to the supermarket this morning. Went out of the house, crossed the road - and stopped, and turned round, and crossed the road again, thinking "oh hey, I could take my camera!" And reached the door and stopped again, thinking, "oh, but I'm supposed to be thinking about the book, plotting what happens next; and if I take the camera I'll be thinking about pictures instead; and besides, I've taken the camera that way once already, and it's awkward with the camera-bag and the shopping-bag, and..."

So I didn't. I turned and crossed the road one more time, empty-handed. And went into Birdcage Walk, and lo: the light was all soft and pearlescent, and it was entirely cool and quiet and cathedral-like under the high arches of the trees, and I really really wished I had my camera.

And then there was a little leaf caught on a fence that I wanted to photograph, and great marshy puddles because it's been raining all night, and and and...

And by the time I was coming home the sun was out and the light was all hard-edged, and I didn't see anything at all I wanted to photograph.

Hrumph. I guess I should be taking it everywhere just in case, but it is a little awkward as per current arrangement of bags. Perhaps I need (another!) new bag, that can carry both camera and shopping, or camera and laptop and book...?

Comments

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

You could just acquire a servant boy to accompany you wherever you go, carrying all the necessities - shopping bag, camera bag, laptop bag. Why, I'm sure the Lit & Phil wouldn't object to him sitting under the table as you worked. And, of course, the boys would be delighted to have someone else to absuse.

Think about it. You'll see it makes sense.

Me? I think those magic moments live longer and better in my head. Of course, I'm a rubbish photographer.