Day out in Leicester, Part 2

Handmade Burger Company

Handmade Burger Co, Highcross Leicester.

The Day Out afforded me many many photo taking opportunities and with a few minor bits of restraint I kept an eye out for things that I found interesting.

Our stop for a midday meal was subject to a bit of debate as my cohort had previously been to the Handmade Burger Co. and did not like it, which caused a few wrinkles as I felt like  a burger on this rare (I almost never go out) trip out and about.

Of course the wait was a bit long as the place was crowded but I kept her amused with my wobbly chair and dropping the number off the stick repeatedly. Any wonder why I rarely venture out? All the finesse of  a bowling pin on a busy lane.

While ordering she did make a comment about the spices on the fries so I think she got extra just to make it worth her while (at least I hope so because I teased her about it).

This time around she found a burger that she liked (hurray for small miracles) and will likely visit again.

I enjoyed the meal, the staff were helpful and it was nice to sit down after following Miss “Shops A Lot” all over.

Oh and the American Cheese burger, is almost like those from a small restaurant in Canada.

~I so needed the coffee by this point.~

I decided to make a collage of the photos I took, and looking at them makes her want to go back (alas it’s garden sorting day today so no not happening).

No, not my usual post, but hey gotta be different occasionally.


A Picture That Reminded Me Of Differing Viewpoints.

Sunset. Hope In View.

I have been taking pictures, locally around the house, needing to use ones eyes to see what is worth taking a picture rather than venturing out to have something leap forward exclaiming, “take my photo please”.

It occurred to me that as in most things, no two people will see things exactly the same.

I can show someone this picture and they will be bored, nod and say ok.

Someone else will see colours, hues, clouds, time, thoughts, and feel different things, all from a picture that the first person considered drab, boring and “why would you want that?”

Sometimes I will write something and think that the point that I am seeking to make is clear, but someone else reading it can come away with something else due to their mindset, experience or how they interpret my words at the time.

I guess it can also be said for how we see each other, and who or what we consider beautiful.

Understanding is not automatic, our thoughts, reasoning, and views are shaded by our lives, experiences, educations and those little preconceived notions we have that we may or may not realize.

So when I look at something I think is lovely, or speaks to me, it is hard to remember someone else is going to look at it and think, what trash.

This would apply to almost everything that is presented for subjective appraisal by another, regardless of venue.

Photograph by Simple Lady

Photograph by Simple Lady

Views from the everyday.

Dancing Butterflies

Walking the dog I noticed things that I wanted to take pictures of.

Simple things, that you see everyday but most of the time we don’t pause to look. notice or bother to take pictures of.

Now the dog is patient, and use to me dragging her off to take pictures, standing still while I click away at something.  I am lucky that she is so tolerant.

While we were checking out a new spot, we noticed a bunch of butterflies, different types, and I decided we needed to try taking a few pictures.

Definitely got on the dog’s last nerve, as there was a cat following us around, which she feels is just so not apropos.

For the next few weeks my picture blog will likely be filled with photos of things we are too busy to take the time to notice in the everyday.

Simplify the richness of the environment we live in…just leave out the cats (for the dog) and spiders (for me).

Maybe we will all look about a little more, and see what we are hurrying through to get to where we are going.

Pictorially Inspired is where the pictures that are stacking up will make an appearance.