Its a strange feeling. Opening an old album and realising most of the people in it are no longer here.

I was looking through my baby photos and I realised only three or four of the people within it (myself included) were still alive. It was quite a strong feeling that coursed through me. I don't think I'm able to explain it and I'm not sure I even want to. It's my feeling, but it just reminded me of how powerful photography can be, on all levels

I'm just about to apply for MA courses in photography, which I'm really hoping I get on to (I hope I haven't jinxed it by mentioning it on here).

As you can see from some of my recent photos, it snowed here. Which was amazing. I love the snow, it's so good for photography, especially black and white work. The whole world just becomes like a giant studio backdrop.

I haven't really had much time to make art photos that I want to present here, I've been quite busy just taking standard shots. I'm trying to fit as much work in as possible to help me prepare for applying for my courses.

Of course I doubt I'd be attempting this without support from little Bumblebee, just as she supported me with my push to get healthy. Which is going well and something I want and need to do.

Otherwise there might be one less person alive in that photo album!