Canalagoue

Most probably the worst pun in the blog’s history.

Do you still remember Newbury? Well, you should. Should you not, you have some making up to do. Anyway.

Back in 2012, when my stepdad was offered a lucrative position, moving to England seemed like an attractive idea. Is it London, they asked. No, it’s Newbury. Oh, where’s that? You know Bath? Um, Bristol? Right, so it should be somewhere halfway between the capital and Bristol. Is it famous for anything?

Nope, I guess.

If you don’t count the picturesque, bustling city center, the endless lines of terraced houses running along the narrow roads – well, then there is really nothing to see.

Except for the canal. Its banks are almost at the water surface’s level, making them a challenging place to walk along – not because it poses real danger, but more like because I’m a pussy when it comes to walking along edges of… things. Not only that, I also find it incredibly annoying if someone is strolling dangerously close to the edge. I use the “emphatic vertigo” moniker to describe my condition. Though if you ask my brothers, I’m really just a pussy. For this very reason (I mean for the banks being too close, not being a puss… whatever), I prefer admiring the almost still water from the distance.

In this case, atop one of those rickety bridges stretching over the canal. While the others approached the bank to get my nerves going, I had approximately 20 seconds to capture. Yeah, landscape seemed a viable choice, but then again, those nasty banks would have made it into (onto?) the final image. Plus portrait mode allowed me to immortalize some of the balance between the sky and canal. The serenity of the scene relied on these two, and putting it on film was a must.

I hope I figured how to do it, and now you are like ‘yeah, what a serene picture indeed’.

Hey, if you reached this point you should totally follow the blog. Just don’t take advantage of my emphatic vertigo.