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f4f3As I mentioned a few entries ago, I've thought of the last year as a liminal one, where I've been caught between the dead past and the unknowable future.
Well, this weekend I got a new phone (nothing exciting, a replacement for a faulty old one) and part of the getting up and running part was my Mac automatically uploading everything from my photo stream for the last twelve months (iPhone shots, that is),
A quick skim through them showed me that I'd been in Prague, gone on two bike tours in the Hebrides (lots of shots of ferries), been to London twice and Ibiza in between, had many lovely visitors, and been a grateful visitor, gone to a lot of gigs and a music festival (on Tiree, my first visit there) seen lots of good things (and the odd stinker) at the Festival, had a great birthday celebration (celebrations, actually) been to Switzerland and France (twice) been to the Commonwealth Games, voted and campaigned in an Independence referendum, seen one of my oldest friends get married, visited a vinyard for the first time...
Not bad, really, for a quiet year, and all brought back to me by those pictures.
Maybe I should take a picture a day, or even start up one of those blog things.
Nah, it would never catch on...
Well, this weekend I got a new phone (nothing exciting, a replacement for a faulty old one) and part of the getting up and running part was my Mac automatically uploading everything from my photo stream for the last twelve months (iPhone shots, that is),
A quick skim through them showed me that I'd been in Prague, gone on two bike tours in the Hebrides (lots of shots of ferries), been to London twice and Ibiza in between, had many lovely visitors, and been a grateful visitor, gone to a lot of gigs and a music festival (on Tiree, my first visit there) seen lots of good things (and the odd stinker) at the Festival, had a great birthday celebration (celebrations, actually) been to Switzerland and France (twice) been to the Commonwealth Games, voted and campaigned in an Independence referendum, seen one of my oldest friends get married, visited a vinyard for the first time...
Not bad, really, for a quiet year, and all brought back to me by those pictures.
Maybe I should take a picture a day, or even start up one of those blog things.
Nah, it would never catch on...
