And so the Moon obsession unravels...

"A loyal companion, it’s always there. Watching steadfast; knowing us in our light and dark moments and changing forever, just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light...
The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain, alone. - Cratered by imperfections". ~ Tahereh Mafi. 

I like this quote. I think there is a lot of truth in it. There is a lesson to be learnt: 
The moon is one up; the moon is more grand. The moon is more noble and wise. The moon has seen it all. The moon can see around corners. The moon knows the beyond and can predict the tomorrow...you can't. Sit back and chill in it's temporary spotlight <3

But about the moon obsession...

It's real. 

And it is so happening right now. 

Let's just be tolerant of the grainy first attempt? ;)

Outer space, anyone? 

Clear night. Full (ish) moon. Creme complexion; utter perfection...

There is something so beautiful about the moon. 
The centuries and centuries of history we have tried to uncover? The moon knows it all. The moon knows all of our mistakes, the moon giggles at our giddy attempts to decode the past...the moon empathizes with our ambition and tears; the moon has seen it all before. 
Listen close. 

Are you superstitious about anything? I'm not particularly superstitious - not even about the moon! Beautiful pictures just turn me into a poetic werewolf. I must say I am rather proud of the improvement that has been made between the first full moon shot (January) and the final picture (March)! The latter definitely looks like the clearest of clear nights, and certainly does the moon a justice uncontaminated by cloudy pixels. 

<3 Photo's. 

*Wolf howl*

Are you a morning bird, or a night owl? 

My heart flutters for the Sunrise

Good morning!

Are you team granola with flaked almonds? Or without flaked almonds? I've been experimenting recently. Pretty much all brands sell them with the almonds. The ones which don't relish the fact that they can say theirs has 50% lower fat...kind of a no brainer. (Yes yes, I know. I'm bad and I buy granola which can be made for a tiny ass fraction of the cost at home) Sometimes the flakes almond type takes so freaking LONG to chew that my stomach actually gets past the 20 minute mark where it's supposed to tell me that it's full and I feel bloated. Like...I want a big bowl of granola. But the almonds kill the thrill of having a big mountain of oat clusters and milk.
ANYWAY I finally bought (cringe) Quaker granola. Just pure, fresh crunchy bliss. Though, I think the freshness is due to the fact that it's a spanking brand new box. It's 2014. And guess I should probably master how to seal things up more tightly so that crunchy cereal isn't a rare luxury.

No overly full feeling. It must be the combo of all the dense nutrients together that my I can't cope with in the morning. I added a banana too! Yum.

Does anyone else add fruit to their morning bowl....but eat it all separately anyway? I feel like I should invest my chopping time more wisely elsewhere and just eat the fruity stuff alone...

*Insert bowl of Quaker granola*

As you can tell by the absent breakfast, I haven't quite mastered the photography of food yet.

However, there is one type of photography which I have kinda (smugly) mastered. He He. Say hey to January 5th at 8:00-8:20am.

 I remember reading a foreword of a book once. The author who's name I can't remember...was about 30 odd. She said something I have never forgotten: "No sunrise is beautiful enough to wake me up in the morning".

My heart bleeds.

 Sometimes, I wouldn't trade early mornings for anything. 

 I love how this looks like a spider web. The sun being the spider, the trees being the web. Can you see it?

The most beautiful fog

Is anyone a  Diane Chamberlain reader?

She has a book with some chapters where she talks about fog. A little settlement on the cliffs by the ocean in the states which frequently gets smothered in fog, so heavy that the kiddies like to play hide and seek in it.

I can't remember the name! Does anyone know it? It's crazy. I have a shelf full of pretty much all of her books but I can't find that book? Either way, it's only a small part of the story, but something which has long stayed in my mind. The idea of that sorta fog baffles me. In London fog is accompanied by that annoying, misty rain which makes your hair poof before you get to wherever it is you commute. Diane describes it like another world. It's hard to believe that people live in such a contrasting place.

So naturally, when I was floating around in the low clouds before the clock even hit 7am one morning (I am an unswayed morning bird) on the 18th October (according to the photo 'Properties' button) I thought of Diane's little place.

The world is so silent at that time of the morning that it's eerie. It feels as if every little crinkly sound of your jacket is drawing too much attention. It got a bit creepy in the end. I was in the middle of this huge, foggy park with these horse-sized crows squawking around me in circles. Help. I took as many as I could before scooting away with saturated (literally) 'breathable' trainers. They went into the spin dryer and had to air for about a week. I guess it rained a lot the night before.

Little Foggy paradise:

Bliss. 

Just a Sky that wants to say Hi

Hi:

I'm a pretty morning sky. Some people wake up bright and early just to see me. I'm fairly shy though. As soon as too many people start opening their eyes and rolling on with their day, I tiptoe away and let the sun shine high in my place. 
If there isn't a cloud festival that day then you're in luck, buttercup. 

And here's my stubborn little cousin who ate lens marks for breakfast and left them all over her face so she could ruin Tash's picture, wahey! 

Sad face.

This could have been so pretty.

:( 

Sunrise or Sunset?

O.K

So

I have a question for you:

You are allowed to guess.

:)

Are these photos of a sun rise...or a sunset?

*Insert mysterious eyebrow gif*

The folder I found them in was actually named 'Sunrise or sunset'

I do know when I took them. But they even caught me off guard for a second, too.

I was taking a (insert time of day) stroll. The clouds caught my eye. I ran home in a bulky puffy coat with my keys and phone springing around in my pocket like never before just so I could get to my window and say hey to the clouds in time. Ice particles? I don't know what. But these colors were just insane:

Some sights make us feel lucky to be alive...do you ever feel this way?

I have a talent for making Autumn look 10 years longer than it actually is...

HERE'S MORE Autumn shots of Regents Park. I promise you I don't live there in a tent under the stars, quacking and snapping away in synch with the geese.

Or maybe I do?

You decide.

Pink Pink Pink and green green green

Does the sun make anyone else go happy and la-la?

These last 2 aren't actually Regents Park. But they were clumped together and are now a happy family and will all live happily ever after.

What's your favorite London park?

Trees. So many trees

I love Regents Park. I know you know. But i'm just saying it again. Because I really, truly love Regents Park.(Did you catch that?)

It's so purty.

And orange

And red.

Do trees use spray tan?

The park is so calm and peaceful under a clear blue sky.

Well, under any sky. 

 I will love it however it is.

Sometimes before my shift starts I do the 3.6 miles hexagonal trek around the outer circle to cool down from the day. Not a great idea before a straight 5-10 hours on yo feet; but who cares? It''s soul food. Not to mention natural eye candy for little pocket Zeiss...

Royal Park, you say?

Yeah.

That'll do.

Cheers Clouds

Cheers clouds for making my photos look great. I like you guys when you don't cry raindrops :)

Oat runs in the brilliant London sunshine

These were taken late October to Early November 2013. I am a sucker for the sun between trees and any deep pink leaves catching the light. It's amazing how there's always so many colors around if you look well enough. The pinky tree tops and blue sky were shot on a run back from the local Sainsbury's because we were completely out of oat clusters. Even the emergency backup box was gone.

Oat addiction?

...Me?

Never.

Wink wink

I say local Sainsburys... but its about 2.5 miles each way. I only went to the supermarket so far because I wanted the honey granola with the yellow bag. C'mon, we all have preferences and cravings, no? It was quite a  breeze though. The sky was clear and I had my running leggings on (inside out). The walk's fairly enjoyable. About 3/4 through you hit this park with a huge hill where you can see for another 10 miles. The sun was blaring down in this unreal way. Everything was bright, pretty and promising. I skipped home with my bagful of granola, mindful of the sun circles dancing in between my eyelashes, enjoying the warming dose of Vitamin D.

Pictures can't do justice. They are just so unfair. They look like 2D shots of nature, rather than that gigantic aura of happiness which you try to capture around the space you're floating about in. A couple of these are from a morning walk, but they're happy here so i'll leave them.

Productive afternoon. I came out the other end with a substantial granola refuel and pictures of the sun through the trees. Eat, sleep, repeat (I wish)

Crunch crunch
Yum yum,
Granoly poly...
almond fun!