I feel like such an idiot. I’m doing the 52 week project. I’m supposed to be taking at least one really good photo a week. Something that’ll remind me of that week, and any interesting things that I did.
So you’d think – given that I spent half an hour posing for photos outside one of the world’s most famous and recognisable doors on Wednesday – I might have remembered to take a photo of it myself. Even a phone photo.
But I didn’t. I didn’t take a photo of the 10 Downing Street door, or of the Downing Street sign, or of my fellow campaigners.
It’s a spectacularly mediocre shot of a poster I quite liked near the Save the Children offices in Farringdon. In fact scrap that. It’s not even mediocre. It’s just crap.
What a chump I am.
It reminds me a little of when DorkyDad and I went to Paris for a long weekend and got engaged. (I know, isn’t he the best?!) It was a brilliant weekend – champagne, smooches and a sparkly ring… Then we got home, developed our photos, and discovered that the only photo of me from the entire weekend was this one:
I love this photo. I genuinely love it. It makes me belly laugh every time I look at it. I’ve had my head cut off, and it’s a bit blurry, but it still reminds me of what a fun time we had that weekend.
Which I guess, really, is the whole point of taking photos.
I’ve become a bit too concerned about the techy bits recently – making sure I have the right lens on, and have it set at the right aperture, and then taking a hundred shots just to get one or two that I’m happy with.
The Paris photo, and the crap poster in Farringdon have reminded me that a photo doesn’t need to be perfect to bring back a flood of happy memories. That’s a lesson I’m going to try and remember as I move on with the 52 Week project.
Less stress, more fun, happy photos. It starts tomorrow.