China, through the lens

When travelling one thing I always love to do is take to the local streets late at night. I find that the atmospheres tend to be more calm and thoughtful than they are during the day, playing well to my reflective side. There isn’t the rush to get to work or pick up the shopping or run an errand or get the kids to school. Instead ones, twos and threes gather on tables inside and outside bars and restaurants to laugh, catch up, scroll through their phones or whatever. Street vendors put slabs of raw meat on the grill whilst serving a regular. Taxi drivers lean against their cars as they exchange opinions and wait (and compete!) for their next punter. Workers walk the pavement home after a long day in the office. Children play as mum wraps up her market stall for the day.

This was typical of what I saw on a recent trip to China, where I visited Chengdu, Kanding and Tagong, in China’s Sichuan province. My Fujifilm x70 travelled with me and a few of the late night shots I took with it are below, along with a selection of other photos I took. Enjoy!

DSCF2209DSCF2217DSCF2220DSCF2224DSCF2225DSCF2257DSCF2267DSCF2269DSCF2280DSCF2286DSCF2288DSCF2297DSCF2313DSCF2336DSCF2348DSCF2353DSCF2362DSCF2388DSCF2399DSCF2407DSCF2448DSCF2459DSCF2471DSCF2493DSCF2494DSCF2498DSCF2506DSCF2574DSCF2575DSCF2577DSCF2584DSCF2590DSCF2591DSCF2596DSCF2601DSCF2604DSCF2611DSCF2623DSCF2632DSCF2637DSCF2638DSCF2647DSCF2651DSCF2670DSCF2687DSCF2725DSCF2729DSCF2782DSCF2787DSCF2805DSCF2812DSCF2813DSCF2816DSCF2838DSCF2842DSCF2862DSCF2876DSCF2881DSCF2901DSCF2909DSCF2910DSCF2937DSCF2942DSCF2944DSCF2945DSCF2947DSCF2948DSCF2953DSCF2957DSCF2968DSCF2970DSCF3001DSCF3010

Lacock, through the lens

I headed to Lacock last Monday (Spring bank holiday) thinking that it would be its buildings or quaint streets or afternoon tea at King John Hunting’s Lodge (seriously good) that would leave the big mark. After all that’s why I was heading there in the first place. But instead it was a gentleman who struck the sweetest chord. I was taking some photographs and he strolled into view. He looked so content, just taking in the streets and sounds. Realising he was in my picture he offered a friendly smile. I lowered my camera and returned the gesture. A couple of minutes later I noticed him quietly hold back from the rest of his party to make sure an elderly gentleman, who was slowly crossing the road with a heavy bag of shopping, was okay. It was touching. I saw this gentleman only briefly, but he seemed to me to be a chap simply enjoying the day, breathing in the life of every moment, whilst keeping a watchful eye out for others. A winning combination.

Below are a few shots of my afternoon in Lacock. The streets were a hive of activity with many people visiting the village for the scarecrow trail. All pictures were taken through a Fujifilm x70.

DSCF1942

DSCF1949

DSCF2036DSCF1944DSCF1951DSCF1955DSCF1957DSCF1962DSCF1966DSCF2002DSCF2012DSCF2018DSCF2013DSCF2016DSCF2024

DSCF2041DSCF2027

 

Timely words

DSCF0791

Sometimes the words we need to hear come from the most unexpected places. I had just arrived to work and was heading into my office. Just outside, high up on some scaffolding, was Ray, a delightful, salt-of-the-earth chap who was doing some maintenance work on the building. I first met Ray the previous week in the toilet, immediately hitting it off after he made a comment about “feeling lighter” as he exited a cubicle. And so with my head raised we exchanged good mornings before he began talking — or rather shouting given his high vantage point — about the need to take breaks, particularly in roles that require sitting in front of computer all day. I concurred. And then he made a remark that hit me square on. To this day I am not sure what prompted it because it didn’t quite fit the context of our conversation — or if it did I, still waking from my early morning slumber, missed it. But anyway his words were: “Don’t beat yourself up too much.” Little did he know that I had been doing exactly that on the long 40-minute drive to work. The comment stayed with me all day, a tender and graceful refrain to the barrage of unwanted thoughts and recollections that were threatening to overwhelm me. So for toilet chats and timely words — and my new friend Ray — thank you God.

A very odd collection of best-ofs from 2017

It’s sometimes the little things that bring the greatest joys. Indeed, they can often be the very things that carry us through another bad day. I’ve been reminded of this again as another year draws to a close — finds, gifts, moments that give us a leap just when we need it. Below I have jotted down some best-ofs from the past year. They’ve put colour into the bad days and made the good days even sweeter.

Happy New Year folks. Here’s to us all being greeted with a whole lot of little things in 2018…

IMG_0018

Bruges, Amsterdam + Ghent, through the lens

Two years ago family from the Netherlands visited. During one conversation in our kitchen I threw out the possibility of me visiting them, a trip that would involve shorts stays in other nearby cities. And I would drive (I’ve never driven on the continent).

Now if I am being honest, though excited by the possibility of the trip, a tiny part of me wondered whether it would end up being another one of those plans that fades into oblivion. I’ve seen it happen all too often.

Like me do you also find it tempting to view some dreams and ambitions and plans with a heavy dose of scepticism? It will never happen. Too much to do. Too many obstacles. Too expensive. But they can. And what is remarkable is that to make things happen sometimes all that is required is a few small decisions here and there: send a WhatsApp message to family or friends, look at prices online, book days off work, get out the map, don’t buy another take out coffee and instead save some pounds.

On their own these are so small, requiring minimal effort, and yet over time they conspire towards something cool happening. And then one bright autumn day, standing atop a ferry with the wind from the English Channel hammering sweetly against your face, you’ll whisper to yourself, ‘Oh yeh, it can be done.’

Here are a few photographs (using a Fujifilm x70) of my sojourn in Belgium and the Netherlands…

Bruges

DSCF1019DSCF1034DSCF1050DSCF1051DSCF1054DSCF1068DSCF1105DSCF1106DSCF1110DSCF1117DSCF1131DSCF1140DSCF1145DSCF1168DSCF1171DSCF1182DSCF1193DSCF1207DSCF1212DSCF1226DSCF1233DSCF1234DSCF1273

Amsterdam

DSCF1309DSCF1338DSCF1392DSCF1398DSCF1408DSCF1410DSCF1413DSCF1422DSCF1457DSCF1460DSCF1475

Ghent

DSCF1633DSCF1636DSCF1641DSCF1642DSCF1653DSCF1665DSCF1673DSCF1679DSCF1702DSCF1715DSCF1717DSCF1721DSCF1732DSCF1736DSCF1747DSCF1762DSCF1777DSCF1782DSCF1787DSCF1789

Do you ever wonder…

DSCF0519

Do you ever wonder how many photographs have been taken that included you without your knowledge? Maybe one ended up on an Instagram feed, or perhaps in an advertisement or newspaper or a friend’s official wedding photo collection? I don’t mean in a creepy or dodgy way. Just photographs we happened to be in or were taken for some artistic merit. I’ve been thinking about this having read a few pieces from The Guardian’s fascinating ‘That’s me in the picture’ section. It’s a question I like to ponder because we will never fully know. But more than that I like to think it speaks of a bigger, more significant, reality. How many times have we turned up in another person’s life in a way unbeknown to us? To us we’ve simply been going about our 9-5, when in fact somewhere along the way we’ve said or done or given something that’s prompted them to get their camera out. A moment to frame and put on the mantelpiece of their life. In a world where information and knowledge about almost everything and anything lays at the click of a button, it’s nice to have a few unknowns, such as these, that pave the way to imagination and mystery and romance…

“Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” – Hebrews 13:1-2

A thought on prayer by George MacDonald

What a treat it is to happen across some hearty words first thing in the morning. Like a sumptuous breakfast (but better) they can help bounce us out of any early morning blues and into the day’s adventures. Yesterday morning I came across a terrific few lines on prayer by George MacDonald. Here they are for anyone else looking for a spring in their step this summer Saturday morning…

“‘But if God is so good as you represent Him, and if He knows all that we need, and better far than we do ourselves, why should it be necessary to ask Him for anything?’ I answer, What if He knows Prayer to be the one thing we need first and most? What if the main object in God’s idea of prayer be the supplying of our great, our endless need — the need of Himself? … Hunger may drive the runaway child home, and he may or may not be fed at once, but he needs his mother more than his dinner. Communion with God is the one need of the soul beyond all other need: prayer is the beginning of that communion, and some need is the motive of that prayer … So begins a communion, a taking with God, a coming-to-one with Him, which is the sole end of prayer, yea, of existence itself in its infinite phases. We must ask that we may receive: but that we should receive what we ask in respect of our lower needs, is not God’s end in making us pray, for He could give us everything without that: to bring His child to his knee, God withholds that man may ask.”

IMG_0816

Seven tips to inspire your creativity

On Saturday 15 July I spent the day with folk in East London exploring creativity and imagination. It was put on by The Pursuit, an initiative set up in 2015 to encourage and equip Christians in their pursuit of God. It was splendid time. We ate lots of food, worshipped together, got creative with clay and bars of soap (yep, really!), and heard about  the different ways people were expressing their creativity.

In the afternoon I gave a 12-minute talk on my journey with creativity, specifically in regards to writing. During preparation for this I was struck by how far I had come since I began this blog over five years ago. I don’t say that to boast. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve felt like an imposter and wondered whether there was any point in continuing.

Does anyone read what I write? Is it any good? Does it make a difference? I have frequently answered these questions with a resounding no.

DSCF0150

Anne Lamott wrote an excellent book on writing called Bird by Bird. The back cover gives the reason for its title:

“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he’d had three months to write. [It] was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilised by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother’s shoulder, and said ‘Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.'”

It’s a lovely story and one I can relate to. Though riddled by doubts, discouraged by silence and red-faced by mistakes, bird by bird I’ve managed to get some writing done; a little here, a little there. And by the grace of God along the way some cool things have happened. It’s taken until now for me to see more clearly the progress I have made.

Below is a summary of what I talked about that afternoon, for anyone who maybe interested. They are some of the things I’ve learned while treading the writing path. Whatever your own creative pursuit involves, I hope one or two will be a source of inspiration for you. 

Ideas often come in the most unexpected places

How easy it is to spend the more routine and mundane moments of our day with yet more noise and information: sit on the loo and scroll through Facebook; queue up at the bank and check the news; do the ironing and watch the TV; put the kettle on and catch up with paperwork.

While these can be useful ways to add further productivity and fun to our day, I wonder if these moments present an apt opportunity for something else to be introduced: nothingness.

Around 18 months ago I was in my kitchen making a cup of tea when an idea unexpectedly emerged in my mind. As the tea brewed I paced the downstairs of my house and began mulling over thoughts, illustrations, structure, direction. Tea in hand, I shot upstairs and jotted down some thoughts. That idea later became this…

IMG_0048

So, remember to leave space for your mind to wander and roam. You may stumble upon something delightfully new that will have you rushing for the drawing board.

Network with others

I am a bit of a CS Lewis geek. Recent visits to Oxford have involved taking the CS Lewis Walking Tour and visiting his house of 30 years. One of the fascinating aspects of his life was his relationship with JRR Tolkien. Interestingly Lewis was one of the first people introduced to the world of Middle Earth. He was enthralled by it and greatly encouraged Tolkien in the world he was creating. If it wasn’t for Lewis we may never have had The Lord of the Rings. What a thought.

Networking with likeminded individuals who share our passion is a key avenue through which can express and develop our gifting. Lewis and Tolkien were part of a literary group called The Inklings who met up weekly and part of its purpose was to critique what each other were working on. What a treat it would have been to nosy in on their gatherings! 

Find people to meet with, exchange ideas and receive feedback. Be intentional about it. And make effective use of social media. I have a friend called Matt who has in the past few years built a budding friendship with Alan Fletcher, aka Karl Kennedy from Neighbours. They have dinned in pubs and visited Iceland to do some photography and filming. Matt has even appeared as an extra in Neighbours! How did it all begin? Matt tweeted Fletch recommending a band he thought he’d like. It is often as simple as that.

Don’t be discouraged by silence

One of things I was asked to cover with this talk was what has been the biggest challenge I have faced in seeking to express my creativity. It is silence: sending in a pitch and hearing nothing for a week, two weeks, a month, never; publishing an article I spent hours on and thought was relatively good but receiving no comments and not even a ‘like’. The silence is not just deafening, it’s paralysing. Why even bother?

Whenever this happens I try to remember three things:

You’re not alone. It’s comforting to know that even those who’ve reached the top of their profession have done so despite — and often because of — setbacks and disappointments, whether it’s a proposal rejection, negative feedback, a poor first draft. We are in good company. We must press on.

Never underestimate what God is doing. On occasion people have come up to me in person to tell me that something I had written had spoken to them. This is usually when I thought the piece was rubbish and had little impact. People won’t always tell us that they liked something we shared so don’t let silence deceive and discourage you. More people are listening than you think.

Let God be our eternal encourager. “May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope, encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word” (2 Thessalonians 2:16). The praise of men and women will ebb and flow. While it’s lovely to receive, we cannot rely on it. The minute we do disappointment will soon follow. If we are seeking to be faithful to God in whatever our gifting, skill and passion is, know that you have the greatest cheerleader of all behind you and with you. Let Him be the One who lifts you above all others. He will never disappoint you.

Jot down encouragement

Remember the MySpace years? Seem like an eternity ago now. In my first year at Bible College MySpace was the platform for some banter amongst some of the students. There was one message I sent which prompted another student to say that they liked my writing style. I’ve never forgotten her words and I frequently refer back to them when I am inclined to stop putting pen to paper altogether.

A great perk of the internet is that there are many platforms to receive and log encouragement. But it also comes in person, or from God when reading the Bible or spending time in prayer. Jot it all down and when you’re tempted to put down for good the paintbrush or pen or instrument or whatever tools you’ve come to cherish, return to those words. Sit with them, soak them up, and go again.

Make time to learn and be inspired by others

Feeding on the work of others is a good way to discover new ideas and tips and break down the creative walls we often ram into. It can relight a spark that will have us fidgeting to get back to the work desk. Here is what helps me:

‘My writing day’ is a column in The Guardian written by different authors who describe what their typical day looks like. The pieces are short, intriguing and replete with useful tips.

‘That’s me in the picture’, also in The Guardian, plays to another of my pastimes: photography. It gives the backstory of famous photographs by the people featured in them. The stories are fascinating (often putting pay to many a misunderstanding) and it reminds me of just how enduring a photograph can be.

TED talks. The most recent one I watched was ’12 truths I learned from life and writing’ by Anne Lamott. Whatever your creative pursuit, you’ll be sure to find something useful to watch.

Expect the unexpected

I’ve genuinely been amazed at the journey I have been on with my writing. When I first started blogging I would never have imagined I’d be still doing it now, had spent 16 months writing for a charity, had pieces appear on a variety of platforms, built many strong friendships, or learned the myriad of things I now know.

Giving things a go — however small it may at first seem — can over time give birth to a multitude of opportunities. We will likely not know what that looks like at the time, but one day we will look back and see how things have developed. God has a lovely habit of surprising us. Walk faithfully with Him and just see what He will do.

Commit your way to the Lord

Some three years ago a writing opportunity opened up for me to explore. I was so excited. This could be my breakthrough moment. If successful it would give me a good platform to develop and express my writing. I began applying but a sense of unease came over me. At first I thought it was nerves but the more I pressed on the more I felt it. I wondered if it was God putting the breaks on it. But I refused to believe that this was the case, and I went ahead and completed the application. Two weeks later I received an email telling me I had been unsuccessful.

Throughout the whole process I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was running ahead of God, pursuing my own idea of success and progression rather than His. I had divorced the gift from the Giver, a temptation we can all easily fall into, particularly in a society that places a high premium on pursuing our dreams. I believe God gives us a dreams and desires that are good and right to chase after, but we must chase after them with God. He after all is the One who gave us our gifts and has a far better idea than us of how they can be used for His glory, our good and the benefit of others.

I learned from this episode (and am still learning!) that I need to hold my gifts and passions lightly. To not rush into every window of opportunity, however perfect it seems to me, but to instead focus on the Giver and let Him take the lead. When I get that right things have a habit of following nicely (and often unexpectedly) into place…

Videos of all the talks from the day can be found on The Pursuit’s Facebook page. 

In the Everyday

“And, if you’re a coffee lover, there’s a place you must go to – it is called “CORALLO” and it is located at Principe Real – the very best coffee in town can be found there!! :o)”

This was the message I received from the Airbnb host I had just booked to stay with in Lisbon last summer. I had mentioned my affection for coffee and she swooped in with a suggestion that I duly took her up on when I arrived a few weeks later. Not only was the coffee exquisite, it also came with a small slab of chocolate of my choice. An excellent combination. And if that wasn’t enough, all it cost me was €1.

€1!

The fun did not end there, either. The coffee house was located near a quiet park where locals and tourists alike lingered contentedly. Some painted or read or sat, others walked or talked or worked. I happily joined them for a while. I then took to the nearby steep, cobbled streets which brought me to another park, this one much smaller, which was surrounded by tall, colourful houses and a cluster of restaurants. There I grabbed lunch. It was all such a pleasant, nourishing morning as new sights and smells and happenings greeted me – and my camera! – at almost every turn.

DSC_6852

And all of this begun with a suggestion, a passing comment from someone I hardly knew.

It caused me reflect on how our routine interaction and engagement with others sometimes – both online and offline – has a tendency to surprise us by what they prompt and inspire. A friend uses Twitter or Facebook to beam about a book they are reading. We happen to come across the book in a bookstore and, recalling our friend’s ringing recommendation, buy it. We later open the book’s pages and find it difficult to put down. The content or style of a picture on your Instagram feed unleashes a wave of creativity into one of your followers. Someone shares with you in conversation an answer to prayer that profoundly resonates with you.

And isn’t it lovely when someone unexpectedly says to you how helpful something you said in passing years ago has been for them? We don’t even remember what it was we said, and if even we do sometimes the impact was far different and greater than we first thought.

There is a magic to our everyday exchanges that so often eludes us. That’s not to say that every suggestion or comment or post we share carries impact. But I wonder if by underestimating this there is a danger that we stay silent when there may well just be someone for whom your input will inspire something special. How often it is we keep our mouths shut or delete that thoughtfully-constructed tweet or Facebook post because we feel no one wants to listen? I am a firm believer that more people are listening to us than we realise.

“Does anyone dare despise this day of small beginnings?” God said to the prophet Zechariah (4:10, The Message).

It’s a sweet thought to wander into each day knowing that it could hold a small and beautiful beginning, all because of something hidden in the normality of conversation and social media feeds. The small beginning maybe for us. Or perhaps it will be for someone else – an aspect of their lives warmly affected by a suggestion we offered in person or online.

So, if you really want to, I say tell others about the countries, places, shops, restaurants and the like you have frequented. Instagram that quote that speaks what you’ve never been quite able to articulate yourself. Share what God is doing in your life. Talk about the book that you are currently lost in. Enthuse about the song that strikes a chord with you. Be it online or offline, if you feel the urge to raise your voice, to share about the goodness of something, do so. Whole new worlds lay ready to be explored and often it begins with the smallest of beginnings.

Oh, and if you do happen to visit Lisbon and like coffee, may I humbly suggest Corallo. The coffee, chocolate and its accompanying surroundings are a joy to savour. I can also recommend a good AirBnb host…

This post is a variation of a blog post I wrote in May 2017 for Premier Christianity called What can we learn from this record breaking, nugget winning US teenager?

London in black and white

I always love walking the streets of London. Its vast size, cultural diversity and fast-paced way of life is a nice change from the countryside surroundings I live in. On a recent visit there earlier this month I took with me my new camera to have a play (a Fujifilm x70). Below are a selection of shots I took.

“The treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand” – Henri Nouwen

DSCF0219DSCF0269DSCF0270DSCF0271DSCF0286DSCF0290DSCF0291DSCF0301DSCF0314DSCF0328DSCF0344DSCF0367DSCF0409DSCF0426DSCF0429DSCF0440DSCF0466