I’ve been a bit of a neglectful blogger of late, so here I am jumping back into the fray with a shutterboo catch up post. I’ve been very diligently capturing my weekly shots (aided in no small part by PagX playing along this year) – I’ve managed to get all my shots so far, and only forgot to post the picture once (oops!).

Week 5: Sign 

Week 6: Repetition

Week 7: Fear

Week 8: White

Week 9: Large

Week 10: Mess

Week 11: Curves

Week 12: Past

Week 13: Purple

Week 14: Circle

I’ll confess… when it came to this week’s challenge, I allowed myself to get a little… well… cocky. I mean ‘colourful’? Have you met me? Have you seen my fanatical rainbow collecting? Have you seen me drawn to colourful yarn quicker than a poor deluded moth heading straight for that flame every time? Surely this week would be my week, I would have an AWESOME colourful photo.

*sigh*

What’s that they say about pride coming before that fall? (well, no, the fall was last week)

Between reports scrambled together at the last minute (and on that, what’s with reports anyway? For six years you make me write essay after essay, and now you want reports), weddings, and that stinking heat… stepping out the door into the sun, let along hauling my camera around was the last thing I wanted to do.

The universe was getting back at me for my incorrigible cockiness. I have seen the error of my ways.

ANYWAYS! Colourful. I did finally settle on an image…

This is my sister Bethany… quite possibly the most colourful person I know. I asked her to stand still so I could take a photo of her dressed all nice for the wedding (somewhat of a rarity), and naturally she had to finish her drink first… she’s a character, that’s for sure.

(oh, and see how brightly her face is lit? This is AFTER I played with it in Photoshop – should give you some idea as to just how hot the day was. When shutterboo mentioned the Aussie’s still having some summer colour… well… we all came home from the wedding far redder than we had been that morning.)

Photos that didn’t quite make it…

(again, such a bright day, everything in that garden was so bright and shiny, all the colours really popped)

When it comes to my own balance, I know all too well that I have no control. Though I do feel that the universe took the opportunity to take this week’s randomly selected topic to make fun of me.

Why? Well this is me right now…

Yup. Holed up in bed, too scared to move because an inches movement in either direction leaves me wanting to hack my own foot off because surely that would hurt less.

I feel on some uneven ground and, after 6+ hours (sigh) in the emergency room, was sent home with little more than a ‘there there you’ll be fine’ (well they did say “soft ligament damage”). Now let’s be clear, I don’t truly mind the platitude, but I do mind the four hours between the x-ray and the dismissal. Oh well, I sprain my ankle at least once a year (the result of a pretty major sprain when I was five), so I hobble pretty well.

So that leaves me here at home with a nice ice pack, and an even nicer bought of sympathy (a rare commodity in our medically fraught household). Luckily for me, it also presented a nice opportunity for this weeks challenge photo, and so I present you with…

Week 3: (lack of) Control

Last year I was a participant in the shutterboo weekly challenge… though a somewhat intermittent one. I’m the first to admit that I let a lot of things slide last year, but as the year progressed I feel that I managed to sort work, school, and everything else into some sort of workable schedule and so it is with renewed enthusiasm that I joined the 2011 challengers.

We’ve had two weeks so far.

Week 1: Electricity

Week 2: Joy

It’s nice to be back in the challenge mode, but especially nice since PaganX is playing along with me.

I found this week really hard – how do I photograph smell? I originally tried to photograph burning paper… which really did not work out. But this is what I landed on.

Rosin has a unique smell – it’s not particularly strong, but I like it all the same. I had a music teacher in high school whom I really loved. She played the violin and I always wanted to learn. Though she rarely played in class, the smell of rosin still makes me think of her, the music rooms and the many, many lunch hours I spent squirreled away in there.

Next: orange