Posts from the category Autobiographical
A good deal of this website is about me, but the posts in this category are specifically about events and periods in my life.
The beach from the past
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Revisiting my childhood holiday destination on a beautiful summer’s day.
Reflecting on a reflection
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When I was in my mid 20s and living in England, I used to be a member of the local camera club. Wanting to learn and improve my photography, my lens often turned to subjects which were likely to do well in camera club competitions. The first one I ever got full marks for was
My musical happy place
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Delving for treasured albums amongst piles and piles of vinyl and CDs.
I didn’t go to Oxford
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A memorable school trip to Oxford University, which ended in the pub.
Saint Tarcisius School, Camberley
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Six years before this photo was taken, and after moving up the road from St. Gregory’s primary school in Yorktown, I learned to swim in the icy outdoor pool in front of the middle building, played with toy cars in the sand and roots of the reddish tree in the middle of the picture, lost
I is for introvert
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I am an introvert and that’s O.K.
Desk Memories – cubetech
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The farewell photo of my fourth office desk in Switzerland, before I start afresh in the Bernese Oberland.
Saying hello to a better future
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I’m moving to Swiss web agency Say Hello as partner, client consultant and full-stack developer from January 2019.
A eulogy for my Dad
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As I get older, I realise more and more just how long a life actually is. How full of memories and moments one’s life is. It’s so difficult to pack in almost 79 years of a life into the few minutes I have here. It’s already been over four weeks since Dad died, yet it
Desk Memories – !frappant
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The desk at my third employer in Switzerland isn’t in as nice an office as the white-and-red-brick one at Burson-Marsteller, and the view – of a car park and dusty four-storey apartment block common to the Breitenrain district – isn’t a patch on the one I had of the lake and the mountains in Brienz. Nevertheless,
H is for Hiking
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The long, long progression from being a teenager with a stitch to being a forty-something with a passion for walking.
G is for Golf
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Before photography and the internet, golf was the major hobby in my life for many years, in all its forms.
Childhood holidays
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With hindsight, one of the things which drew me to the home where we now live is how many little details of it are similar to where I spent childhood holidays. Not the mountains, but the sweep of a shore line, the little houses dotted across the hillside, the wild grasses waving in the breeze,…
