This is about 100-vias, but I was sent this by the captain of the ship SS Buffalo today. Credit where it’s due – comment to get your fill.

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. She might be a lesbian.

But the jewel in the crown has got to be this fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960′s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these idiots around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

Charlotte and I realised that this weekend, we have been to the same places we went on our first two dates. If it were intentional, it would’ve been romantic.

I know tilt-shift is going the way of HDR, but I’m always fashionably late to the game.

We love Birmingham. I would walk round there all day if I was on my own. I always feel like a pain in the ass to the people I’m with when I have my camera on me. Stop. Walk. Stop. Walk. Stop. Walk. Go this way. Shit, we’ve walked 5 miles.

These are all best-viewed as large as possible – they look a bit wrong small.

For some reason, I’m not my jolly self today. Luckily, we have a pretty good source of cute things in the immediate vicinity to help me out. These ducks were so tame – I was crawling towards them with my camera to my face, ready to catch them before they ran (note the use of a 24-70 – my lens isn’t built for this sort of thing!), but they just stayed put. It was awesome. I carried on snapping, trying to get them to respond to me, but I guess I took it too far and they ran. Bless.

Oh yeah – obligatory dewy grass shot – I refuse to take both my flashes and an assistant with me to get this right, so this will have to do!

the only thing worth doing in life is making the hole that you’ll leave as big as you can