If there's one thing you ever do… make time in your life to drop a glass bottle of milk on the floor. I did this morning… twice and it was amazing. Everything goes into slow motion, matrix style as the bottle slips from your hands, you hear yourself screaming: “shhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit”

And then as the bottle hits the concrete it fragments into a million peices like formation of a new silicone based universe and for the tinyest of moments the milk retains the shape of the bottle before realising it's free from it's enclosure and escaping into the ether.

And then you have to clean the mess up.

In other news… I spent a bit of time over the weekend snapping some shots in and around Worcester. I took this photo of the Cathederal. I think if the weather had been better and there had been a nice blue sky, this shot could have been quite striking. I might see if I can photochop a blue sky into the pic.

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