Why We March

I did not go to the Women’s March in London to march against one man, or one idea, or law, or one nation. I did not walk in rage, or because I am more oppressed than another, or because my voice is uniquely powerful, or uniquely right, or uniquely true.  I am privileged in many things; my privilege did not come from a vacuum, and does not buy the right to isolation. So I went marching, in solidarity with an idea.  An idea of equality for all – for the men who are denied a right to express their anger …

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Learning About Cameras

“It’s like a light… there’s some lenses, only this time instead of pushing light out, you’re taking light in.” Makes it sound so simple.  After many years of saying I should get a camera, my partner cracked, and got me a camera.  And there’s so much to learn.  And so many pictures to take!  And so much light to muck around with.  And a whole new way of looking at the world. It’s going to take me years to get any good at any of that.  Thankfully, to make up for my lack of skill, there has been a lot …

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Walking to Kew

I walked to Kew from where I live the day after the London Marathon.  For the London Marathon, about 40,000 people ran nearly 27 miles, including one dude who ran the distance while in space.  I walked about 15 miles and was knackered. To put it another way: marathon runners, I salute you! I walked for two reasons.  1.  I had to get to Kew to help my Mum with some stuff, and who takes the District Line?  I mean seriously, what is up with it?  How can any underground service be that slow and unreliable?  It just makes me …

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Turning Seasons

My uncle, who is at the best of times proudly cantankerous, declared at Christmas: “I hate summer.  The light’s just bright and boring.  Give me winter light, far more interesting.” Did I mention he’s cantankerous?  In my mind I heard courteous silence and from my mouth, obviously, came a rant. “But uncle,” I exclaimed, bastion of restrained tact as I am, “That’s just nonsense.  Summer light changes as much as winter light does.  It can be a hot pink sunrise or a bright golden splat of light across the horizon.  It can be sky-blue brilliance that brightens to white, or …

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