What do you want to be...

... when you're grown up. I love that question. Particularly - or increasingly, only - when I pretend I'm still 12 years old and all's yet to come. I can still decide what I want to do, where I want to be and what. I still can, of course. And everything can change. Always.

I've read a lot of blogs lately. A short while ago I focussed on photography blogs. And immediately I wanted to become a photographer. A nature photographer to be precise. You walk and see and spot. You make moments last. You take them in.


I guess I just like spotting things. Things I like, things that might be overlooked. Things that just wait to be found and make you feel like you've uncovered a treasure. Things like the little figure of a man balanced on a drain pipe off London's Columbia Road Flower Market.

I'm currently looking at design blogs. And immediately I want to be a creative, a designer. Of furniture, clothes, graphics, blogs, or ideas. Here's an inspiring example. Something else I spotted and wanted to share. 3 cheers to the rainbowzombiesatemyunicorn. Love it.