Collecting memories or taking photos for Instagram’s sake? I explore how my relationship with photography has changed in the past year since the pandemic changed our lives.
I was asked at the start of the year to give a definition of slow travel to accompany an article. My definition is for a world where our phones are forever in our pockets.
Words and pictures from a slow walk up a favourite hill in Perthshire, because autumn doesn’t feel like autumn to me unless I’ve spent a day in this place.
Spending time in a coffee shop can be an experience of itself, not simply the act of sipping a hot drink. This is my love letter to some of my favourite cafés in Scotland.
I’m not sure where the year has gone. How has time actually passed, despite the wild world we’re now living in? I ask myself this question all the time.
When I was commuting into Edinburgh each weekday — how strange it feels saying that in past tense — I kept a small notebook in which I’d scribble ideas as the train rattled towards the city. It feels like a lifetime ago when I wrote the words, Where does HashtagContinue reading “What’s next for our slow travel project”
All of this series, words from life under lockdown, can be found via this link. After a week of work — which involves creating content about the coronavirus for about 7 hours a day, which as you’ve guessed doesn’t provide much opportunity from switching off from the situation we currentlyContinue reading “Distancing #5: More links for weekend reading”
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