I think we are all collectively breathing a sigh of relief now that 2016 is behind us. Because seriously, it was the worst.
This year has been particularly difficult for me for a whole host of reasons I, unfortunately, can't really talk about. But through it all, I've been lucky enough to have this wonderful human being by my side. He has been the rock I needed and I am so unbelievably grateful for him. When I think about it, I get all weepy, which probably puts me at a four-topping-stuffed-crust level of cheesy, but I don't mind. I'll take a slice of sentimental dribble any day of the week if it means this guy knows how much I love him.
In the spirit of sappy sentimentality, for Christmas I put together photo albums for Jon. One of his childhood, one of mine, and one of our lives together.
It was horrifying for me to realise that, even as a photographer who has experienced the paralysing dream of losing image files, I have important visual memories which are now misplaced. Some of our photos only exist on facebook and were uploaded back in the days when digital image files were still pretty small. I managed to track down most of them, but some are still slightly blurry or pixelated. Let this be a lesson people, GO PRINT YOUR PHOTOS. Then back them up some place safe.
It was horrifying for me to realise that, even as a photographer who has experienced the paralysing dream of losing image files, I have important visual memories which are now misplaced. Some of our photos only exist on facebook and were uploaded back in the days when digital image files were still pretty small. I managed to track down most of them, but some are still slightly blurry or pixelated. Let this be a lesson people, GO PRINT YOUR PHOTOS. Then back them up some place safe.
So, as I go through these images, I'm reminded of all our many happy times. It's a good moment to to also look forward at 2017 with my fingers are crossed for magical things to come.
This year has already started off with a bang... Jon and I have spent the New Year up in Sheffield (Jon works up here during the week, so I usually only get him in London on the weekends). Five minutes before midnight, one of our neighbours went out and started playing the bagpipes. He paused for a few seconds and all the neighbours stuck their heads out of their windows and shouted, "Awww, don't stop!"
I cannot imagine another country in the world where that might actually happen.
So, here's to another year in beautiful England! May it be the best so far... :)
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