My Most Beautiful Thing

My most beautiful thing is my camera. Which camera? Any of them. I have six of them at the moment (some are very old!) not counting the one on my phone. It doesn’t matter, any of them plus every camera I have every owned in the past. They’re all equally beautiful but the most important is the one I’m holding when I need it.

Now I could have picked a person, a place or a memory for my most beautiful thing and there are thousands to choose from.  They are all more ‘beautiful’ than a lump of metal and circuitry, more important too. But, I’m overwhelmed by choice and my camera has taken pictures of all of them. The piles of slides, negatives and lately digital files have captured virtually all of the things that I hold dear to me. I have been taking photographs since I was four years old and my life is in those pictures. It seems a natural choice.

Today I’m taking part in the My Most Beautiful Thing Blogsplash to celebrate beautiful things – inspired by Fiona Robyn’s new novel, The Most Beautiful Thing. Bloggers from all over the world are taking part and writing or posting pictures of their most beautiful things today. Find out more here and see everyone else’s blog posts here

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’40-15’

There must be an easier way of making a living. Four hours now, give up you bastard. Don’t you know who I am? You may be the rising star but you’re not going to beat me, not this year. This title’s mine. Two match points now, it won’t be long. I’ll take my time, wipe my brow, look around a bit, own the court. That’s what champions do isn’t it, own the court?

Let the crowd settle, bounce the ball once, twice, straight arm, throw up, watch the ball, watch the ball, boom! Shit, long. OK second serve, bounce the ball once, twice, straight arm, throw up, watch the ball, watch the ball, boom! In this time, return along the line, get to it, get to it, damn! Two years ago, I’d have got that one. God, I’m getting old. How can you be old at 29?

’40-30’

OK, don’t tense up, nearly there. Keep it cool. A few shouts from the crowd, ignore them. They don’t know shit. Let the crowd settle, bounce the ball once, twice, straight arm, throw up, watch the ball, watch the ball, boom! Straight down the middle. Take that baby! Huh, how did he get to that? The crowd’s on their feet, they sense a comeback. Sit down; it’s not going to happen, not today. Maybe next year, though; no the year after. I want that record; not just a champion, the champion. You can wait your turn, pay your dues.

‘Deuce’

Let the crowd settle, bounce the ball once, twice, straight arm, throw up, watch the ball, watch the ball, boom! Applause. Didn’t see that one coming, did you? You’ll learn of course; if you keep your focus, concentrate on your game and not the distractions. It’s so easy to get distracted, believe me. Airport, hotel, practice, match, dinner, practice, match, dinner, practice, match, dinner, airport…see. It’s boring, lonely and there’s a girl called Distraction in every city. Good luck, son. Been there, worn the T-shirt.

‘Advantage Cole’

Let’s get this over with. I’m tired now but I’m not going to let you know that. Never let them know you’re hurting. Let the crowd settle, bounce the ball once, twice, straight arm, throw up, watch the ball, watch the ball, boom!

Street Drummers – Toulouse

Toulouse is a wonderful city and La Place Du Capitole is its cultural centre.  Every time I was there,something would be happening – a wedding, a sofa recycling event, cultural fairs and music festivals.  The street bands are colourful and noisy.  They appear from nowhere , their hypnotic rhythms providing a musical soundtrack to the days photography.

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