My masterpiece.

All my family are coming round my house for a BBQ. As a result, my mother told me to make one of my famous salads for the occasion. You see, I do a pretty incredible salad. I never want anyone to eat it because it always looks to pretty too eat…

Anyway, I kinda got a little carried away as you can see. The problem was I didn’t really have a photograph for this weeks photo challenge. So I made my own masterpiece of the fruit and vegetables available in my fridge and fruit bowl at the time.

My mum asked for a salad… she got this.

‘One man’s masterpiece is another man’s salad.’

Tina Schell

Summer time


Finally! Summer, for me that is, has arrived! That’s right! No more work, madness and stress! I have finished school and have now have 6 weeks of sheer freedom to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

I finished school at half twelve today (we had a half day). I have only been on ‘holiday’ for a few hours… and I am feeling a little bored…

My glasses have broken (sorry about that mum) so I can’t read; the TV is being hogged by rowdy, annoying, loud but lovely twelve-year olds A.K.A my brothers friends – who are featured in the photograph above (there were more than just four though… Bite me.). SO I decided to take advantage of them being here and photograph them playing various idiotic games. It was nice having someone other than my brother to photograph, who, by the way, is a little vain when I have my camera in my hand and always has to be in every photograph i take, even if it means his hand or his finger that he snuck into the photograph, somehow…

Spiraling Stair Case


You don’t realise it till you look back on the photo. At a glance, you can miss the awesomeness. This is a hotel/CASTLE stair case in the Peak District. It was beautiful: truly breath-taking scenery.

Thanks joe.

The Golden Hour


In photography, the “golden hour” is the first and last hour of sunlight of the day. Photographers venture out on sunrise hikes or sunset treks to capture a magical shot, due to the quality of the light during that time of day.



Back in the day when playing in the snow with your brother was nothing but the ultimate best.

What we did:

  1. We would have snow ball fights and then get bored with having to make the snow balls and end up chucking pieces of snow and watch it turn to dust in the air and fall at your feet.
  2. We would attempt to build snow forts and get bored as we watched our snow forts become complete failures and go back to the first bullet point.
  3. We would observe the dog trying to eat the snow and watch her cough it out as it is too cold and watch her begin to shiver as a result of eating the snow. We than laugh at her quite meanly.
  4. We try to convince either one of our parents to come and play with us. Finally one of them will give up (usually dad). He would come out in full snowman gear, take a few penguin like steps in the snow and turn around complaining a moan about the cold. We stood shivering with laughter and pulling him away from the door. He was obviously stronger than us, so we couldn’t hold him back for long.
  5. See who could make the best snow angel. I always won that competition!