I set myself a little pro­ject this morn­ing, and the res­ult is this series of little still lives fea­tur­ing the details of my day and my home (there are more pho­tos on Flickr). Some of the images are stranger than oth­ers — who takes a photo of a bottle of bal­samic vin­egar or a doorhandle? — but the answers give bizarre little insights into who I am and how I live: I add bal­samic to everything (except maybe por­ridge) and I think the old doorhandles are the favour­ite part of my new flat, other than the bath­room and kit­chen win­dows (light!) and shower cur­tain. You prob­ably have to have lived without a shower rail for three months to truly appre­ci­ate the power of a square of clear plastic.

Later, I headed out­side and grabbed a few of the little details from my walk and the area of Edin­burgh that I live in, much to the bemuse­ment of every school-age per­son in the city. I can tell I’m get­ting old because the orange num­ber 8 below? It was stuck to a com­munal bin. And I took a photo of it just to hor­rify the school­girl who had been star­ing at me and my cam­era for the pre­vi­ous few minutes. She’ll prob­ably need coun­selling to get over the sheer hor­ror of it all.