March merriment

If I told you the truth about this month, things could get ugly, so I shall paint a pretty picture, as all good professionals do everywhere…

I participated in a very successful exhibition as part of London Independent Photographers Group: Crouch End. Sixteen of us showcased five framed images each, at The Original Gallery, Crouch End. I showed a selection from my Downtime project which I had hoped to encourage some new participants, but that didn’t work. Don't fear, I have another five loyal subjects awaiting a shoot! 

Three of my lovely subjects attended the PV which was great and people were excited to see 'Origami Mark' in the flesh!

Three of my lovely subjects attended the PV which was great and people were excited to see 'Origami Mark' in the flesh!

I went to Scotland with my Mum for a few days. We were greeted with a mix of weather: from what felt like a mini-tornedo to glorious sunshine. They obviously voted yes to keep British weather as well!

Stormy seas in Arbroath. I got in to trouble for sloping off and taking pictures whilst the waves were crashing: people were worried I had got swept away!

Stormy seas in Arbroath. I got in to trouble for sloping off and taking pictures whilst the waves were crashing: people were worried I had got swept away!

A bit of an aside, but I would like to mention Alison, who is a friend of ours who lives in Arbroath; She is fifty-three and worked with my Mum many moons ago back in Swindon. Our first visit to Scotland was eighteen years ago, where Alison was the ‘hostess with the mostest', chauffeuring us around her beloved country and introducing us to all sorts of delights. Not long after that trip she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and has got progressively worse over the years. She regularly calls up for a chat as her support system is poor, apart from her brother who has been her main carer despite being diagnosed with MS himself several years ago: this is an illness that comes in many strains, and luckily he does not seem to have such a progressive deterioration.  Anyway, my point really is that through everything, and Alison is almost entirely wheelchair-bound now, is that she has kept the most amazing joie-de-vive. She loves a joke and her laughter is infectious. She is a true credit to humanity.

Also this month, I attended a talk by one of Britain's most famous photographers, Martin Parr hosted by Enfield camera club who were celebrating their 70th anniversary. An insightful talk by a very clever photographer. I am not a die-hard fan, but he has made some really great collections from observing the everyday and ordinary. We discovered that he is a massive hoarder and has a grand collection of Colonel Gadaffi watches amongst other things!

Work has been varied as ever, with more tuition, several jobs for local government and a wedding at the Hare Krishna Temple near Watford. Any Hindu wedding is a feast for the eyes, so here are a few images of traditions passed on through the ages.

A fire sacrifice is performed.

A fire sacrifice is performed.

Seven Steps are taken to reiterate the couple's aspirations for their married life. This is represented by the Bride placing her toe on seven leaves, one by one as the Brahmin talks us through these steps.

Seven Steps are taken to reiterate the couple's aspirations for their married life. This is represented by the Bride placing her toe on seven leaves, one by one as the Brahmin talks us through these steps.

And here's to the lovely couple.

And here's to the lovely couple.

Last night I attended the AGM for Islington Arts Society, where our well revered Chair, Virginia Jackson stood down after seven years in the post. It was a lively meeting and I somehow volunteered to take care of social media for the group…there was wine!

Here's to an auspicious April!

Amanda x