The Anti-Shutterbug

I bet some of you are hoping to see pictures from my trip. You'll be waiting a long time. I didn't take any blog-friendly pictures. For one, I have my digital camera -- and I'm broke. That is significant because you need to have new batteries and a memory stick to make that really worth your while. I bought neither. Once I buy both, I bet I will be a picture fiend. I do typically love the idea of pictures. And I did take a couple, but it was more to show off my new bright and shiny present (I do love small, shiny objects). That and I took pictures of people -- like four pictures.

Where are my pictures of Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, double decker buses and the red phone booths? Nowhere. I could have drawn them from memory before I got there. They are so cliche, so common in every tourist thing that I didn't need to take pictures. Instead, I liked sitting there basking in the Thames, with Big Ben lit up on a calm, drizzly night. You can't take a picture of how that felt. So why bother? Oh sure, I could have gotten some zany pictures of me getting on the Tube with a silly face or something. But I don't need help looking like a tourist.

Fear not. Someday, I'll get the memory stick, batteries, and more than a holiday to take some nice artsy pictures in London. But that will be several years from now when I live there. Then it'll just be the backdrop. I can't wait.