I, the neglectful blogger, am back! In the time since my last post, I have played with the Canon G11, received some photography at night lessons from a lapsed photography enthusiast, been home to Brisbane (despite the attempts of an Icelandic volcano to stop be) and returned home again to Southern England.
As is usual when I return to work after a period of leave, it is kicking my ass. Ah well, things will calm eventually.
Before I left the UK, it really felt like Spring. Flowers were out and the sun shone and the Common was ridiculously green.
I took the Canon out for a brief spell at lunchtime one day and photographed some flowers in the Common.
In Brisbane, the weather was supposedly turning from warm to cool, but the temperatures were such as I had not experienced since summer 2009 (months and months ago!) and I had to resist telling people that I was over-warm. To deflect my mother’s continued carping at me about not having a jumper with me at all times, I carried one. There was one day when I forgot and the wind blew and I was a wee bit chilly. I leant over to my sibling and whispered, “Don’t tell Um but I don’t have a jumper and I’m a bit cold.” We giggled conspiratorially at the naughtiness of it and I hid my goosebumps from my mother.
When I returned to England, I started shivering (and shortly thereafter put on a warm coat). Where had Spring gone? Will she come back? Or did my short break in Brisbane mean that I had re-acclimatised myself to warmer climes?
But no, Spring was still here: the trees in the Common were even more ridiculously green than when I had left and soft drifts of fragile, wool-like seeds float on the winds.
I have a few more Spring flower photos to show you. Lucky you.