I am currently suffering from a bad cold. This has prevented me from attending a much anticipated pub crawl in London with a load of people whom I've never met but whose podcasts have kept me entertained for many years. As a result, I have been trying to use my time productively; watching YouTube videos, wallowing in self pity, and making unnecessarily pained walks to town in search of medication, and sustenance.
In between these highly important tasks I did manage to process some photos and now, having dosed myself with two capsules of Night Nurse, I thought I'd spare the time to share them with the world. With, of course, an accompanying commentary as to how my general existence is progressing in Cambridge.
Let's start with a brief update as to my new form of gainful employment:
Things are going well.
I am enjoying the role, my grey matter is straining with the vast quantity of new information it is being bombarded with, everyone seems really friendly, the atmosphere is relaxed, I have my own lab coat, and I am looking forward to progressing my career in the quality assurance field.
Before moving on to the main bulk of the post I'd like to make note of three things;
1. I now have a Pinterest account. I am hoping to use it to collect various photographic related things, but at the moment it is barren and I don't understand what to do with it yet.
2. I am moving forward with my photographic printing pursuits, having made sure the processing is correct on 15 images that I will soon be placing an order for.
3. My current minor health annoyances have reminded me of a short tale about war that I typed on Facebook a couple of years ago, I have dug it out and added it to the creative writing section of my website.
Now then, let's talk about Cambridge.
Last weekend I took a walk into the centre of town, at 2.6 miles this is a fairly hefty trek considering I was only going shopping for a few things. Of course, I took my camera along with the hope of spotting some interesting new aesthetically pleasing things.
Sadly, and somewhat interestingly, I found the city to be a disappointingly un-photogenic place. I am hoping that this was a one off experience, and that future excursions will provide some more inspiring visuals.
Once I'd meandered my way through the swathes of people that populate the centre of Cambridge on a Saturday afternoon, successfully acquiring everything I had gone for (yoga mat, jogging trousers, travel mug, haircut) and some things that I hadn't anticipated buying (two books, an iPod friendly FM transmitter, and a USB cable) I began the long walk home.
After a while I realised I didn't fully recognise my surroundings. A quick peruse of Google Maps helped me conclude that I had missed a turning, and that instead of going all the way back I could just cut down a nearby road and get where I was going by using an alternate route.
This turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant. My travels began on a small access road, passing a large hotel and some industrial buildings, but soon became a private road (combined with a public footpath thankfully), and then to a track through very dense trees/bushes.
This gave me an opportunity to take this rather moody monochrome shot.
Continuing down the path, towards that bright light, I found myself on a bridleway between two large fields. It was in these fields that I spied the rather pretty looking camomile you can see at the top of this post.
The fields acted as the starting point for some electrical cabling, giving me the chance to experiment with negative space by photographing a pylon.
This experiment happens to be nowhere near what I was aiming for, but I like it nonetheless.
And finally, whilst traversing over the A14 (on designated footpaths, don't fret!) my inner abstract made me pause to photograph these three bolts.
If you don't recognise them, you can find very similar bolts on most large roads; they're the ones that hold together individual panels on the metal stuff in the central reservation.
To end the post, I'd like to give you a few of my thoughts of Cambridge. I shall keep them brief, and having lived here for only two weeks I shall reserve the right to change my opinions.
I don't like Cambridge as a place to live. I feel out of place here. I shall refrain from stating my sweeping generalisations of the type of people that seem to inhabit this famed city, but I will air my failure to understand what is so special about this place.
Nothing seems to have evolved here, everything is aged, and dull. There's no excitement in the streets, and whenever I venture into the more populated areas I am left feeling that Cambridge is just a grumpy old man, closed minded and stuck in it's ways, taking all the money it can from the people that, for whatever reason, flock to it.
Good pubs though.