I am in the midst of trying to update my snowdoniabelle.com site just a little bit. Just a little tweak is all I had planned. But things never work quite like that, do they. . . .
Just a little tweak. Just to smarten it up a bit. To make the ‘look and feel’ just a bit more interesting. Maybe add a photo or two. . . .
Two and a half hours later. . . .
Well. I changed the site’s theme. And I dabbled around with my account, so the whole thing should be a little bit ‘smarter’ now – not Ivy League or Oxbridge, mind you, but not summer school either.
And, mostly, I’ve looked at pictures.
Specifically, I’ve looked at pictures of myself.
I’m going to admit something here. I love looking at photographs of myself. Especially photographs taken by the man. He whom I trust so completely and with whom I share so much joy. Those are good ones. And, incredibly vain being that I am, I also like selfies. See, I sort of trust myself, not as completely as I trust the man, of course, but I do – I’m getting there anyway. And, I love playing with ‘me’, with who I am, with the image I project. I’m changing all the time. I’m pushing myself to change all the time. I think that’s a good thing. I enjoy looking – literally – at how I’ve done that.
Me. By the man. With my second favourite walking companion.
Me. By myself. With my love. At a funky little veggie restaurant in Singapore.
Me. By the man. Walking ’round London. Literally. LOOP.
Me. By the man. Photobombing Wales.
Me. By myself. Clearly wearing lippy, so I’m guessing this is an attempt to inject some glamour into life on the hill.
Me. By the man. ‘Summer’ in Snowdonia. At least I managed to expose a bit of skin.
Me. By the man. In Singapore. Looking very little in a very big world.
Me. By the man. In Istanbul. For the days when I feel just a shadow.
Me. By myself. In Brixton.
Me. By myself. At home in London. Aiming for serious and deep. But with an edge — see, I have multiple piercings!
Me. By the man. Conquering a fear of falling on a mountain in Wales.
Me. By myself. In Shoreditch. Trying to prove my East End cool factor.
Me. By the man. My first time up Yr Wyddfa. No clue I’d be living so close by in just a few years. It’s a very impressive pic, I think. I look like quite the intrepid explorer. That’s because the man is a generous photographer and cropped out the eight-year-old who’s just ahead of me at the summit.
Me. By myself. At home on the hill. Trying to recreate ‘Lee Miller’s Neck’ by Man Ray.
Me. By the man. In the Everglades. Delighted with life.
Me. By the man. Stupidly nervous before running my second half marathon. Now I’m on 20+. I still get butterflies before each one.
Me. By the man. At Uluru. This is as me as it gets. I’m stuck in my hat. Yes. Really.