On the weekend I was the photographer at an 18th. My night started off with major camera troubles and after getting a replacement I walked outside with the new camera and tripped in my heels on a carpet rug, sending myself flying across the room. I saved the camera but as you can see, not my knee. I haven't looked like this since primary school.
The stables at night, with my horse, Amy, wondering why I haven't fed her yet
The strangely coloured night sky
A car was driving past whilst I was taking my camera and tripod inside. Quickly I turned to try and capture the light flying past my house but obviously I didn't have time to adjust the shutter speed or tripod angle and so I got an eery photo of a half lit tree instead...