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In the pub in Santa Monica, moments from here on the cliff top for the England game, absolutely throbbing. I missed the goal on account of blowing on Callum's chips at that precise moment.

Popped into the Ye Olde King's Head shop for the Daily Mail (Jubilee edition), Walkers salt n vinegar crisps, a Crunchie and some home made bakewell tarts from the Tudor House across the road. The latter is sadly closing after 50 years due to the struggles in the market. So would it be exceptionally greedy to scoff the lot in one day?

Then a short stroll along the Bluffs overlooking the beach, Callum asleep in the back, met Tracy at Reuben's school to catch up on things and now Kristina's home with the boys after Reuben's OT.

Got use the self timer a little more. Even snaps like this in which we're all off out of camera can be given a little Photoshop magic and be brought back to life. I'll always say you can't fix a bad photo in PS, though sometimes I do disagree with myself on that one. I can't possibly divulge all the magic here!

This evening, a newborn session. You can catch the images over on my FB til I get them on the blog. These are for a fine art flush mount album. Do you ever have that feeling of something happening on a subconscious level when you're shooting, as if you're not quite in control of where you're going, but somehow you arrive exactly at where you wanted to? That plus the fact I talk to myself incessantly during shooting, thinking out loud. Is it not a very mental activity, photography?