Category — photography

The perfect, and natural, antidote to being cooped up in the office/at home with too much work to complete in too little time is to get outside once in a while. And so that’s what I did today. But if you’re going to do something, might as well do it right, right?

I’d had an urge to take the camera out to the GoMA for the vinyl floor the current exhibition features, which covers the whole of the floor in the main space and looks quite funky. I had originally planned to go early Saturday morning, but “early Saturday morning” didn’t happen owing to a party involving Indian food, a top hat, lots of whisky, and a recital of Tam O’Shanter.
Needless to say I had a good night, but my photography-based adventures were pushed back by 24 hours to this morning.

But fate dealt me a gorgeous morning. Today was essentially summer.

In good spirits, I toddled off along Paisley Road West toward the city centre. At 9am, no less; unheard of for me on a Sunday. Knowing that the GoMA didn’t open until 11am meant that I could head straight past the city centre toward Glasgow Green to wander around the outside of the People’s Palace and the Templeton’s building, and also get plenty of shots of lots of greenery around Europe’s oldest public park. I was also able, in this end of town, to catch some of the nicer bridges crossing the Clyde. After a couple of hours of this, it was time to nip up to the GoMA, where I got a fair few of the pictures I’d wanted, some of which look to be usable. Result.

But I wasn’t done yet. Stepping aside briefly to make use of an unusual desire to buy clothes (if you must know, a new pair of black jeans to replace the pair which has developed on awkward hole in an alarming location, and some boxers (because you can never have too many boxers)), I was almost ready to make my journey back home. But not before a brief foray into Missing Records beneath the Hielanman’s Umbrella in the hope of making an obscure purchase (ultimately unfulfilled, nowhere had any copies of what I wanted, merely empty dividers in the CD racks left in place to tease). One precious item caught my eye as I walked toward the door to leave: The ‘burbs on DVD. For £4! Required viewing in the school of screwball 80′s comedies, I couldn’t let this pass. I left very happy with my unexpected obscure purchase.

Figuring I’d been on my feet for over four hours by this point, and noting that the weather was still nice, I thought I might as well just walk home too. And so onward I walked, camera in hand, taking pictures of whatever caught my fancy.

In the end, I got back home after six hours on my feet, with no less than 670 images to work my way through. These will, most likely, be my procrastination in the evenings over the next week or two.

Well, that and watching The ‘burbs.