Once upon a time I used to be an amateur bird photographer. Almost every morning I'd wake up early, pick up a camera, attach something called a lens to it, and go out on Wanstead Flats looking for birds to take pictures of. I can't tell you the last time I did that, I'm too busy to do anything but base functions. Sleep. Eat. And sometimes I don't even do that.... When I'm not sleeping or eating, I find myself staring at a couple of computer screens in Canary Wharf for like, ages. For this I get money, though this is no use to me as I have no time to spend it. I remember that I used to enjoy taking pictures, but I'm not sure I even have the cameras anymore. There is a suspicious-looking black lump in the corner of the room, but even if that did turn out to be a camera I doubt I'd remember how to use it. A real shame, as after many years of fruitless toil there came a point I felt I was actually getting somewhere. Nevermind, perhaps one day I'll be able to take it up again.
|Mrs L told me I took this picture of a bird. I don't recall taking it, or even what the bird was called, but the photo does have my name in the top corner so I guess it must be true.|