[all I know to do]

Yesterday whilst getting getting a lift from my sister
and recounting tales of the recent wedding that I
photographed and she commented that she was
happy that I was still keeping one foot in the photography
side of things. And that got me thinking. Photography
is pretty much all I know to do at times. It is my main
skill and what most [if not all] people associate me with.

For me to live my life and not be doing something photographic is
strange to me.

It’s just not going to happen.

And in a couple of weeks [or next week, I’ll check my diary] I’m
photographing my old photogrpahy tutor’s stepson’s wedding.
Now to add a little history, my old photography has kept in
contact with me even though college was years ago and gives
my weddings to photograph and work in general and has said,
and I quote

“This is Richard, one of my old students. And he takes
photographs better than I do”

Which to hear from your old tutor is pretty amazing. As you
probably know I have been doing photography since about
the age of Seven. But it was at college that I started to
pursue it. And Mike is a big part of that. Now I’m known as
‘Photo’ by many and like I said before alot of people know me
by photography. Doing anything else would be strange.

Oh and on that point I am going to be working on a
website soon for my photography. And maybe other
aspects of my creative life, like for instance my writing
and so on.

And one more point, and this is mainly for Savannah
[yourownpersonalmonster], I’ve decided to make that
book up and when it’s done I’ll put a link up. Gonna have
to make some new material up for it though.

[six line poem]

As I awake,
and see it’s day,
my dreams of you vanish fast.
But as I see,
you sleeping next to me
I know my dreams will last.

[advice]

Today I’m babysitting my five year
old niece and she told me that I
should get a girlfriend by the end of
the day. And then she started giving
me chat up lines.

And I apparently also have the hair of a girl.
But babysitting tonight has been fun.
[:

[freddie]

It doesn’t take long for things to get back into full swing.

You may have noticed due the mass of advertising that Fathers Day is just around the corner. Now, for myself, it’s a bit of a non-holiday. Mainly because I haven’t seen my dad in years. All I can really remember is that it was an October. That is literally all I can remember about the date of which I last saw him.

Taking it back to a few months ago. I found my cousin and my second cousin on Facebook and thought that I should add them. Even though my general rule is that I don’t add people on Facebook, I figured that it would take them a long time to actually find me. So I did. The thing is, I never actually got around to contacting them as things got a bit hectic.

And as you probably know I moved back on Tuesday and yesterday I received an message on Facebook from my cousin that my dad wants to me to contact him. So I’m travelling to north west London on Thursday. Should be interesting.

[moving away from the big BA]

So at the moment, it’s 3:10 as I start to write this post. Most of my
things are packed and ready to go with bits and pieces that I have
to sort out first. In six hours I will be in a car on my way out of
Bangor.

I have know this day was coming for weeks, known that I was
moving out for months, so this hasn’t been a surprise. I mean,
I pack about 90%  of my stuff a week ago. But as I sit here, my
friend Andrew quietly snoring and the worlds worse tumble
dryer in the background. It’s here, six hours from departure
that the emotion hits me at all.

All day I’ve been thinking “Wow, this is actually my last day
in Wales, the last day for a long time that I’ll have my own
personal space to do with as I please”. But, although these
thoughts have been racing through my head. There wasn’t
really an emotional tag to go with them. Until the goodbyes
came.

Now because of growing up, building up my hopes and then
having them crashed down in the last second. I live in a
perpetual state of expecting things to wrong and not getting
excited about them until they actually happen. This counts
for the unhappy side of things as well.

It’s only now that I start to realise that this year has gone fast.
I have done so much with it and still feel like I should have
done more. I’ve seen places I’ve never seen before, I’ve been
on student radio, been a club photographer, watched the sunrise
on a pier, made new friends that I hope I will be able to stay in
contact with. Because, that is what I’m terrible at. And also
these are only the things I can remember straight away.

The people I’ve lived with this year have been amazing and
I truly mean that. Tabs, Will, Big Bear & Mike.

Tabs is my best female friend bar none and has been for a
long time we get on so well, it’s fantastic. We have pretty
much the same tastes in a lot of things but not all things
so we can find things to argue about, which I know sounds
weird, but is something we loved to do.

Drunken conversations with Will were always funny and
when we found ‘Take Me Out’ on ITV I don’t actually
believe we could have been happier at that moment.  And
he was also the first person to call me the happiest person
in Bangor as I always seemed to be smiling.

Big Bear and Mike were two of the most awesome people I
have met. And I’m happy to have moved to Wales to have
lived with them. A quick story, when I first moved here I
was carrying this massive suitcase and I arrived at the
bottom of the steps with it. Mike having just got onto the
landing to make a phone call quickly put down his phone and
helped me carry it up the stairs and this was before he even
knew me. Big Bear was always there with the good advice.
the kind of advice you always knew made sense and he
knew you knew made sense. Then after that we would spend
an hour or two killing zombies or playing Guitar Hero. When
it was Guitar Hero Mike would also be playing and you knew
for a fact the ‘Plug In Baby’ by Muse would be played. I’m not
a Muse fan really but grew to love the song because of the fun
times associated with it.

One of the big things that happened since being in Bangor is
that I finally figured out what I want to do with my life and I
have half of a complete plan. Which is alot more than I have
ever had before, trust me.
As I’m writing this I am getting ridiculously upset, with the
things I’m writing making me remember amazing times had
in and because of Bangor. And it’s all going through at 100mph.
But the thing is this must be normal. I am moving out after a
year of being with the most amazing people and in a great place.
I always knew that this was a great time in my life and like I said
earlier it’s only just hit me it’s over and it”s hit me like a ton of
bricks. It truly has.

[le polaroid bleu]

This is for all the visitors to this blog who typed ‘polaroid’ into
google. There seems to be quite a few of you. In fact since this
blog started in August 2008 there have been  4173 of you.

I present to you, le polaroid bleu. The blue polaroid.

Le Polaroid Bleu

[getting ready for the get gone]

Well it seems that the end for Bangor [in terms of
me being here] are looming ever closer. In just
over a week I’ll be leaving Bangor. Of course I’ll
return but it won’t be the same as I won’t be living
here.

At the moment as I sit in my room that is looking a little
more bare than it did last week. And it makes me think
of Scrubs for some strange reason. In particular the last
episode of Season 8 when JD leaves Sacred Heart. And how
he was goping for the massive goodbye. Which as we know
in life, doesn’t happen.

So, I pack my things, the majority of my things
anyways. I didn’t pack my cameras away as I have a
feeling that I may need to use any of them at any
given time. Yes, I am that geeky. For further
evidence of this look below.

The Cameras That I Have Left Out Just In Case

I know, awesome right?

I don’t have much else to write except that my jaw hurts
if I open it too wide which makes yawning and eating
quite painfull but at least my feet have healed and I’m
able to walk around without feeling epic pain 🙂

Also, not having a job is really fucking boring.