Here I am, preparing myself to join the legions of bloggers out there, adding to the millions of words and images already floating around in cyberspace. Does the world really need yet another blog? Probably not, but as they say, it may already all have been done before, but not by you!
How have I got to this stage, just about to embark on a series of possibly absurd and aimless wanderings around London? For what possible purpose? Because I can, because I want to, because I'm curious, because I want to test myself, because I get bored doing the same old things, because I hate sticking to the rules....
Although we have unprecedented freedom of movement, modern life is so regimented, so subject to rules, our every move monitored and logged. With our diaries mapped out months in advance and deadlines to meet, our daily routines allow us little spontaneity. We live in our heads, hardly noticing our surroundings as we rush from A to B.
When was the last time you made a journey just for the sake of it? A journey that didn't involve travelling to work, to school, to the shops, doing a chore, going out for the night, being a tourist? When was the last time you took the time to look around you, to observe life as it happens, to take pleasure in the moment rather than planning ahead? How would it feel not to be constrained by these duties, to go out and not know what you were going to be doing that day or where you were going to go, to enjoy the pleasure of your own company without being beholden to anyone else, to be free to wander or linger at will, completely subject to the laws of chance? I'm going to find out.
The camera is good at inadvertently capturing the unexpected and the accidental, of which the human eye may be unaware - not really the decisive moment, but the random moment. The stuff of life that flows from one minute to the next, forever shifting and changing - that's what it's all about.