People, People Everywhere!

Sometimes I think, that living in a small town is…well anything but wonderful. I think that if I could just move to a place, even slightly bigger with more people – life would be, you know, easier. You wouldn’t have to deal with the same cashiers. You wouldn’t have to bump into someone you know every time you go to town. Living in a big city – it would erase all those small town problems. Living in a small town, on an Island? Kind of makes things…unique. And sometimes, in the back of my mind, I assume that everything is chocked up to small town, island life.

Lately however, I am missing that small, crazy town I call home. Call me crazy. But I am.

You see, I have spent the past almost five months…residing in England. I wouldn’t call it living – because I don’t live here. But its more than just visiting, because it’s kind of like home too. Either way – this ‘small town’ is completely different than the small town life I am used to. At first I assumed it was culture. People here are different. Not in a bad way – just that every culture has its own things, so does this town.

But lately…I’m left wondering something.

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I’m wondering if it’s possible that people are so concentrated here, living so close to each other, and having to deal with so many people every day – if maybe, just maybe, people are simply tired. Tired of other people. You can’t walk five minutes without running into people. There are always people. Everywhere. Always. There is no escaping them. There are no quiet zones. There are no peaceful mountains, no empty forests, no rushing rivers – no serenity. There simple are: People. Everywhere.

Sure – there are places you can travel to, to get that kind of scenery. You can travel to lakes, and rivers, forests and hills. But it isn’t the everyday life. Everyday life is people. People. And more people.

Earlier today, Amanda and I were talking. We were on one of our familiar topics: Are we going crazy? It seems that as of lately, the line between right and wrong, good and bad has been erased. No one seems to care. No one seems to be bothered. Happy to turn their heads, look the other way, ignore the problems. We tossed a few ideas around – maybe it was the large quantities of people, maybe it was the fact that people were tired, or maybe, was it possible – that since there were so many people – there were just MORE crazy people than we were used to deal with. Was that even possible?

Not five months ago, while holed up in the office at the shop – not having to see anyone for days if I didn’t want to, I thought life was to inhabited. “I don’t want to see another person!” I am commonly heard saying. Because sometimes, you need a break. A ten minute refresher to reset your mind, and relax.

Here? That isn’t possible.

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In a town that is much, much smaller than our little island home – but with five times the amount of people – it’s impossible to have a moment to yourself.

With that many people, in the small of a location – you get more than your fair share of people. You hardly ever see the same person twice, but you always see them. People, people, people – Everywhere. Maybe it’s the condensed conditions in which people live – not an inch of space between their homes. Or maybe it’s the fact that there are so many of them that cause people to become burned out with the others around them.

We never did come to an official conclusion.  We mostly decided that since there were so many people, there were also MORE of the certain strain of nuts that like to officially ruin your day.

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Either way – I have officially decided: Big cities, big towns, big places – are nice to visit. And don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed every single bit of time I have been here. But personally? I don’t think a smaller town with a little bit of breathing room ever did any harm to anyone.

Even if you do know most of the population in said town.

Week 32: August 17-23

17. He told me this would keep the spiders out.  So far so good.  I think I will leave it!

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18. “The flowers of all the tomorrows, are in the seeds of today.”

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19. Attempting to not get sick

1920. Random me

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21. The cutest boots – ever!

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22. My plans to not get sick didn’t pan out.

23. Mr Cheeky.  When we told him he had a cheeky look on he said “Take a picture of my cheeky look!” Who can resist that?

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Hever Castle

Now that my time here is wrapping up, I’m finding myself looking back over the old pictures and sub-sequential memories that were made over the past four months.  Even though I documented much of my trip either here, in my journal or by picture – I still feel as though so much is lost in time.  Because it’s impossible to remember everything!

Back in April after we returned from Portugal (during the end of moms stay, and the rest of dads trip) we made the most of the time we had, and hit up a lot of the sites here.  Here is one particular day when we went to Hever Castle.

Upon our arrival, we sat down to have lunch and we were joined by a giant goose.  Duck.  Swan.  Whatever.  Giant white bird.

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If I remember right – he tried stealing our lunch and got very upset when we didn’t give him as much as he wanted.

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We were excited about the moat…

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{People are constantly asking Amanda and I if we are twins – we are constantly baffled by this fact since neither of us sees how they could possible ask this question.  Unfortunately, we ended up with some similar looking shirts.  When we came through the boarder in Portugal – we were both wearing the same sweater, and the boarder lady was having a difficult time telling us apart.}

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Some flowers from the garden(s) that stretched on for miles!

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Hello -From London

Today we ended up in London for the afternoon and attempted to hit up three different markets. London on a Saturday is busy. London markets on a Saturday are even busier! I was really wishing I were a few feet taller – because all I could see (and take pictures of) were people. People, people everywhere!

But then we hopped a ride on a double-decker bus, and had a birds eye view!

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For all you skeptics out there who don’t believe that double-decker buses still exist (I had a customer argue with me once about their existence) here is proof they are alive and well!

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Because of all the people, we didn’t stay in the markets too long, and I didn’t get too many pictures.

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Then there was this handsome fella, who did his best to avoid the camera – until he struck a pose with a tree…

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And even though he flat out refused to look at the camera, he was still cute.

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While normal people were taking pictures of the palace and gold statues, and ducks and everything else – I was busy spinning around getting myself dizzy…

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Someone was not too happy about having to turn his attention from the ducks, and get a picture taken with auntie.

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I briefly looked away from the ducks to get a few pictures of the surroundings.

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Then we hit up London bridge – because SOMEONE had it stuck in his mind that he had to paint it today.  His look says it all.

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He alternated between saying ‘cheese’ and ‘painting!’ – whatever works.  He got to paint, and I got a picture of him actually looking my direction – and bonus for both his parents making it into the frame, success, no?

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And then we went home.  Because duck watching, spinning, market hunting, bus riding and painting makes for a long, but fun, day.  Good-Bye, London!

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Week 30: August 3 – 9

I was so proud this week.  I actually managed to take a picture every day this week.  I don’t know how long it has been since I have done that.  I will be honest tho, it felt like longer than a week!

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5. A very uninspired “pile.”

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6. I won’t lie – I was pretty proud of this picture.

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7….and this one too.

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8….I kind of liked this one too.

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9. These were the same flowers – only in black and white.  I kind of liked how they turned out.

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…and a bonus because I liked these so much.

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And Then…

Yesterday was David’s birthday.  We had big plans which involved spending the day in London, seeing a movie on the IMAX 3D screen – which is said to be the biggest screen in all of England, and hanging out with some friends.  Since we were going to be out all day, and visiting London – I decided to take my big camera along.  I have gotten used to the little point and shoot, and hauling around a big DSLR hasn’t been on my top ten as of lately.  But I figured I would give it a shot.

We got ready.  Packed our gear full of extra clothes, plenty of coats and socks, cameras and everything else needed to spend the day in London and headed out.  We finally arrived, and walked the 15 minutes through the various stations to emerge in the center of the theater.  Since we were early, we walked around getting familiar, and locating various people that we were meeting.

I figured since I had a few minutes to spare I might as well make use of the heavy camera I hauled all through London with me, and take some pictures.  Except that nothing happened.  “Memory Card Missing” he taunted.  “Seriously??” I asked to no one in particular.

The night before I had packed everything I needed – memory card, lens, etc.  I was ready!  And now this?  What happened?  Then I remembered.

Just that morning I decided to empty my card onto my computer – just in case something happened I wouldn’t lose all my pictures.  I plugged it in, and walked out.  I never got it before we left.  Which meant that I was now stuck carrying around a useless to me camera.  I was less than impressed.

After the movie – we went back on the train to pick up Judah, and thankfully a little shop there had memory cards.  But the troubles didn’t stop there.  Some days – it just isn’t happening.  Somewhere between my brain, and the camera box there was a misfire.  Nothing was working.  I threatened leaving on the side of the road.  I threatened tossing it onto the train tracks.  All this.  For nothing.

The past few days I have worked off and on with settings.  Adjusting, controlling, adapting – and nothing.  Black screens, blurry shots, and horrible images.

Today we walked up to nan’s house.  She has a wonderful garden full of bright flowers of almost every kind.  I absolutely LOVE taking pictures of her flowers and hauled Nik along once again – a last chance sort of endeavor.

Settings and numbers, adjustments, readjustments – I shot this one and that one.  Here and there.  I only spent maybe 10 minutes popping around the garden, but it was so much fun.

And I realized, once again, that maybe it is all about perspective, and subjects.

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Week 29: July 28 – August 2

I hate that my blog has taken a back seat as of lately, and that the only things that appear are random pictures.  I never wanted this day to come: Where the only things I posted were pictures that I took for the week.  Maybe this week I will make more of an effort to put some words in somewhere.  I doubt that will happen.  But its at least worth a shot.

28: Another goal this week is to NOT skip a day.  Sigh.

29: 2 year old art work

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30: A blur

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31: I’ve never been a big book fan.  I have read more books these past few months than I have in my entire life.

311: Landscape

12: Lunch

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Week 28: July 21-27

21. Peppa Pig. Enough said.

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22. Pretty in Pink

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23. I was so proud of myself – I thought I had taken a picture everyday this week!  But alas, I guess not.

24. Contemplative.  Or looking for trouble.

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25. They have these MASSIVE fuchsia bushes here.  I’m used to the tiny potted ones.

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26. Duck duck!

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27. I have a love/hate relationship with these things.  Maybe one day I will understand it.

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How was your week?