Walking with a camera is different from just walking. Me and Sarah found this many years ago when we’d run it as an exercise on the ‘Creativity’ courses we’d run back then. People would notice things they might normally miss and find beauty in unexpected places. Well I’ve carried on with this ‘exercise’ until it’s become a natural part of how I live my life. This blog being full of pictures taken as I’m walking around.
This week it’s been different though. For the first time since nearly the beginning of this century the camera in my hand has changed. The weight of it, the feel of it, the capabilities of it – all different and only just starting to be explored. Since my birthday on Tuesday when it arrived it’s actually come out with its much loved predecessor and worked most days. Good pictures in difficult circumstances inside a variety of people’s living rooms. It’s also been out walking though, and that’s what we’re looking at here.
Maybe a cowhouse? Or a smithy or something from our agricultural past?
At which point my walk paused and my camera came and did some work.
On a fiercely cold day it was good to get in warm somewhere and have lunch with my Dad at the Quaker Meeting House Café. Warmed up we had a bit of a walk round.
After which we warmed up some more with tea and cake at Rococo in Lord Street. Looking fine after its fire the other week.
Then early this afternoon today, Sunday, it was time to take the camera walking again. Over to the Park and to Sarah’s Allotment.
It’s already flowed under The Brookhouse, seen earlier. And will now join with the Lower Brook to form the main lake here in Sefton Park. Before flowing, mainly in a culvert now, beneath Otterspool to the Mersey.
Where me and the new camera go for a walk round.
Many spiders have, temporarily, lost their homes up the sleeves of Sarah’s allotment fleeces and coats.
Meanwhile Sarah and Bren are hard at work preparing their Sunday Lunch.
I’ll occasionally get invited to this, like I was on Christmas Day. But normally on Sundays I’m roaming round the city, like today, with my camera.
Though I notice one of them’s always Head Chef and bosses the other one around. Today it’s Sarah’s turn to be in charge. Though last time I was here Bren was handing out the gratuitous insults. They enjoy it tremendously.
At which point I take my leave so they can eat in peace.
So there we are. Me and the new camera getting to know each other by walking around. Doing what we’ll always do.