At this time every year, the lawn in front of this house erupts into a riot of yellow, purple and white crocuses. There’s always a steady stream of people taking photos of it. I think the house might belong to someone who works in the park on Parliament Hill.
I’m sure a better photographer would have got some lovely shots with a decent camera, the right lens, some forgiving light and infinitely more skill. But the pic I took on my compact made the house look horrible and didn’t capture the crocuses either. So then I took a pic on Instagram, which made everything look better.
And that’s the thing about Instagram, isn’t it? It’s life, but through rose-tinted glasses. I love it and hate it in equal measure.
One person who has no time for retro photography apps is my Dad. I sent him a picture of my nephews taken with Cross Process, and he informed me that it was overexposed. He offered to fix it for me on his computer.
But the house is horrible…
Well, yes. I was trying to be polite…
I’m with Claire. The house is horrible! The garden must be a bit boring for the rest of the year.
Yes, good point. The garden is just lawn for 11/12ths of the year!
i didn’t realise instagram had a ‘drab, depressing’ filter!
It was a drab depressing day (spent with you) x