A month full of pictures

Well, that's that. The SeaFest is over. I don't have to spend my weekends being irritated by a frustrated and very stressed Italian woman, as lovely as she is. Perhaps that's a little harsh - I couldn't have done what she managed in a second language.
I've spent the last month taking over 200 photos every weekend, all for someone else.
It's been fun, actually. I'm there to take photos of the events and what went on. I didn't really have a brief, so I could take more or less what I wanted.
Some of it was meant to get in the local paper, but everything I took was ignored in favour of either their visiting journo's efforts, or the other photog's work.
Which is fine, actually. The style of our local paper is, in my opinion, as contrived as possible please.
I spoke to our press officer about it, and he said he was glad I'd noticed that.
So, I carried on taking the photos I wanted to take, in the way I wanted to take them. And having handed over the discs religiously on a Monday morning, I'm happier to do so. I'm even happier to take the praise from the organisers as a result.

But I'm glad I can get back to taking photos for myself in my own time again.