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More photos from the weekend! Sorry it’s a bit late in the day now, but hopefully a few of you will get a chance to see these! These are a little cuter than the last, mainly because there’s an adorable girl in pink involved. I love the light in the two darker at-dusk photos too — and this is my favourite ‘kid with balloons’ photo. Tomorrow… a photographic TMI… (it’s an experiment!)

A collection of photos from a birthday party this weekend. We descended upon the vaulted ceilings and croquet lawns of a large country house. We frolicked, drank tea and ate cake. And when the sun started doing down… well… that’s when things started to get crazy. Note: you can click each photo to visit my Flickr stream. There are further details there, and some funny annotations. More to follow… more balloons, and a cute little girl.

This is a continuation from a series of entries I wrote chronicling my childhood and teenage years. For some reason I got sidetracked — I wrote about ‘that tale from my teenage years‘, and before I knew it I was writing about my crazy relationships and sexual encounters. And then I got talking about The American. I often write as if I’m not affected by what unfolds — chilled, objective — but the truth is… I am. I am effected…

Still trying to catch up with, like, everything. Yesterday I emptied my inbox; today I’m going to try and make some headway on Google Reader… I’ve been slowly trawling my way through thousands of photos from the last month. Turning up some gems! I could tell you about the expression she had on her face, but that’d spoil the mystery. Just look at that ELBOW! I just want to squidge it. And maybe gnaw a little. (Also, check top left…

I didn’t have time to finish yesterday’s story of hellish automobile disaster, so instead you get some pretty photos to look at. This is just to prove that I am capable of portrait photography and not just pretty landscapes! (And if you haven’t bought one of my Faroese photo prints yet, why not?) First up, one in colour: And now a close-up of his eye, because you can see me and the reflection of his arm, which is pretty neat:…

It’s been a while since I last wrote about music. Listening to music, like the appreciation of all art forms, is a very personal and subjective thing. You might like rock and I might like soul, but as long as we both get what we’re looking for, who cares? Well, I care! I listen to contemporary pop and sigh. It saddens me to think that, for some people, this is as good as it gets. If we’re not careful the…