Aloha beautiful readers! Recently, I have been thinking about the sky and I just can't contain myself to not blog about it. The sky is one of the many things that amaze me and leave me in awe and wonder. Yesterday I even found myself looking at it and saying "wow" outloud, before stopping to take a picture. It's probably my favourite thing to photograph, even though my phone never does it justice. It's the only thing I have found so far that you can endlessly take photos of and it will never give you the same photo twice. I can't wait to be driving with my own car so I can just take myself and my camera somewhere with a view and wait for the sun to rise or set and snap away!

With an infinite amount of colour, sunsets and sun rises are my favourite. When the sun peeks from behind a scatter of clouds while it sits low in the sky, giving off a deep orange hue. Oh! I just love it. I love loving it. I don't always instagram my photos of the sky because many of them are quick snaps that aren't necessarily #instaworthy but I keep them on my phone to appreciate in my own time. It just fills me with wonder how one far away firey ball can bounce pinks and reds and yellows off our clouds and oceans and create such a beautiful and comforting landscape.

It's the thing I love most about winter, other than burying yourself in a cocoon of blankets and cushions and jumpers. How you can go about your normal daily business and both dawn and dusk happens while you're up and about so you don't have to go out your way to be up in time to witness the biggest beauty of the world. Where ever you are, the sky is there. Bright blue with clouds or jet black littered with stars. I find it so incredible.

Think about it now. How much the sky changes and how many different colours it shows. All the different possible arrangements of sun/cloud/moon/stars. You only have to look upwards and everything is up there. All of space. Different planets, more moons and suns. Different galaxies. Up there is the air your favourite celebrity breathes. Up there is just, everything and nothing all at the same time.

I find when I look up and think about deep questions it fills me with so much wonder and so many more questions and thoughts. It makes me feel small. So tiny and irrelevant when something so huge and beautiful exists that every single person sees every day. I wonder how you would describe the sky to a blind person. How would you describe anything? Comment down below what you would start with in describing the sky to someone who has never seen it before.

I really could go on describing the sky so I'll stop here. Let me know any topics you might want to read about, my blogs are always spontaneous on a Friday evening or Saturday morning so let me know if there's anything specific you want to read from me. And stop to take a moment to appreciate the sky this weekend, look up at the stars and count them or watch the colours change as the sun wakes up or goes to bed.

Well hello everybody and how are you this fine Saturday. I've had a busy day myself, hence such a late post. Last night I was wondering what I could possibly write about for this weeks blog post and as I laid in bed looking up at my wall I thought, why don't I show you lovely lot my photo wall. It's pretty darn clear by now that BekLouKat likey the photographs, so to maintain this reputation I shall continue showing you my photos - hahaa! I do hope you enjoy - as always let me know your faves.

I thought I'd try something a little new with this post and go all black and white on you, to get deep I figured since this post is more about the story behind the pictures and not the image itself, the colours didn't matter as much. Black and white photography - I feel - allows you to focus on the moment and memory captured rather than the "prettiness" of it. Anywho lets get to it...

When my room was decorated many a year ago, my parents painted the walls white with pink flowers dotted around, however this wall only has a heart in the middle of it, about eye level. I think it was my dad who added this heart and he said he put it there to remind me that I am loved, and to see it inbetween photos is much better than hidden behind posters.

For all you English lot as I'm not sure about the rest of the world, you can get twine/string and pegs from almost any good stationary or homeware shop. I've seen bits and pieces in Poundland, Wilko, Homebase and WH Smith. In Wilko I even found a small packet with mini pegs like the ones pictured above - which are cute to go with those smaller polaroid photos if you're lucky enough to own one of those beautiful cameras. I attached my string to older hooks already on my wall where other frames had once hung as well as blutack because I am ever so classy. However a friend of mine who also has a photo wall of her own used some self adhesive wall hooks, which could be found in Staples or shops like that.

You can assemble the string however you like, mismatched all over the wall so it's covered completely covered like mine - or something more neat and symmetrical like how my friend has done hers. Or even - now here's a cool idea - use fairy lights instead of string! However you lay it out, be sure to make the string tight across the hooks, it will sag and loop down as you peg up the photos.

When Gemma came to visit and I even kept the car park ticket when we went to meet her at the airport. And when my brother and I first saw our favourite band live.

I print my photos at Boots because I find it quick and easy and they have decent prints, I simply want something physical of what I already have on my phone or camera, so I can see my most favourite images and memories every day as I lay in bed, facing this beautiful wall of fame. I'd love to take a day to find the dates for when each photo was taken and write it on the back for when I'm old and forgetful, but for now these memories are prominent and clear in my head and I could tell you detail for each one!

Me and my fam-a-lam on a beach in the Isle Of Wight, unknown to us - our last family holiday. My brother, our mom's mom and me at my 18th birthday party. And a very old photo I found of me and my brother on our old sofa, It's very blurred but trust me, we were very cute toddlers.

Me (and my bro) with my dad's parents on holiday in the Isle Of Wight 2013.

 Photos of Family is essential isn't it - unless you don't have a good relationship with them which is understandable. Nonetheless I think if my grandparents ever came into my room again (they only ever tackle the stairs to pee, they're getting old bless them) they'd feel honoured or pleased they made it onto my wall of fame, and know that I'm always thinking of them and they have a special place in my heart, no matter how bonkers they get!

"da siblinz", (myself, Alex my real brother and Katie and Amy/Chummy Bates who we've known our whole lives - great gals) saying an elegant "fuck you" to cancer at our charity quiz night for Pancreatic Cancer UK.

My friends (minus two) from sixth form at my 18th birthday party.

And of course photos of your bestest friends, who keep you smiling on any day that you are in their presence, to hold the memories of a good moment filled with laughter and absolute silliness amongst all the bad - as long as it has taken me to find true friends, these pictures remind me that I don't have to look any further.

A ticket to my first ever concert that my mom accompanied me to, featuring confetti from a different time I saw the same band but both memories I am grateful my mom took me to.

Peg up tickets from various events like concerts or meet and greets, I have a couple of Waterstones wristbands alongside photos from book signings (Louise and Joe in case you were wondering).

This is probably THE photo that triggered my whole photography journey. At a National Trust place one day I was most bored so mom handed me her pink digital camera and asked me to take pretty photos of various things. In the gardens she said to me "I'd like a photo of these flowers here, can you do that for me?" and told me to think about a different angle to make the photo much more interesting. On this sunny day I spotted bees busy pollinating the flowers and spotted one close by on a bright red flower, so, I quickly crouched to get a nice close up shot and this is what I got. Mom loved it so much she printed it and framed it in the lounge. Years later I printed another copy to peg up on my wall as a reminder of this story and how impressed my mom was with the photos I took and how eagerly she wanted to print this one to show people in her home. She comically named the photo "Boo's Bee" as my nickname my parents gave me from a young age is "Boo" and the similar "boobie" - that's just our sense of humour.

Sunset on mom's favourite beach - Oxwich Bay in Wales on our first holiday without her. Black and white simply would not do this justice. Me, dad and Alex were walking right out to the low tide when I turned back to look at how far we had walked and I was so amazed at the view I snapped this on my phone and it's so gorgeous,  I adore everything about this photo.

 I like to have a few of my own photographs on my wall, for sentimental value in the story behind it and encouragement to never give up on myself as a photographer because I am good at it, and the proof is right in front of me, every day.

The friend I mentioned before sneakily asked me for "photos that make me happy" for a school project but really she printed them off, polaroid style for my birthday. I sent her photos of people that make me happy, youtubers, actors, musicians because I idolise them for chasing their dreams and passions and making success out of their hobbies.

 On the opposite wall below my book shelves I made another small row of photos just for polaroids, to spice up the other side of my room a bit, and to have somewhere more special to put the smaller and different style of print. I love polaroid's because I feel like they date back forever and have such a unique and iconic style. Also this small photo wall is totally not a hint to my dad that I'd make use of polaroid photos by having somewhere to display them if I ever were to have a polaroid camera ;)


I like having my photos mismatched and interwoven together, jumbled up and positioned at any angle because they're all part of me and my memories - and I feel like it allows my creativity to shine through when I can whack a photo anywhere. I for one don't file my memories in strategic parts of my brain, they're jumbled up and floating around, waiting for me to reminisce over them again, just like the photos. My favourite thing about photos is how they're like magic, holding a memory from real life on paper - it boggles my mind and I could spend forever appreciating photographs.

I'd LOVE to see your photo walls if you have one, or if this has inspired you to make one for the first time. Do direct me to any posts like this from other bloggers, and let me know what your favourite photo/story of mine is, I always love to hear thoughts on my posts - I like the idea that I have something profound and thought provoking to say :) and as Debbie says, another "blog from the heart" done, I hope you enjoyed.

I went for a classic look for my wrapping this year and I'm in love with it! Brown paper packages tied up with (string, these are a few of my favourite things) red ribbon. And I've ditched the cards and written what I would have written in them on the paper with a glittery green pen - oh so festive.

I put the 3 wise men in a collage to fit them all nicely in this blog post because I took one in portrait and the other two in landscape. Mom loved these 3 ornaments and I really hope I've done them justice in their glittery robes and proud tiny faces.

She also loved this tall lady. Her dress is shaped like a bell and she's holding a chain of miniature bells. I can never pinpoint why mom loved her so much, her slender, dainty figure or all the glitter - maybe both :)

This is one of my favourite ladies on the tree, my dancing fairy :)

Another ornament I chose. Me and mom would go to the gift fair every year to shop around for presents and ornaments. This is a bauble I chose form there one year, I remember being pleased with myself for finding one mom loved just as much as I did.

I love lots of the snowmen on the tree, they're just so cute!

I have always wanted to venture out into the world and see all the different ways the world works. Now I've gotten into photography and have my own camera I want to take it with me and take pictures of anything and everything. However I've become something of a home bird since my mom passed away. I've always wanted to stay close to home but now, I couldn't bear moving away too far from dad, especially when me and my brother both move out he will be on his own and I want to be there for him.

I try and let myself be more spontaneous and adventurous when outings come to light to get more used to stepping out of my comfort zone and experiencing different kinds of fun. I'm yet to get a full taste of true adventure that leaves me dying to quench the thirst of travelling all over. Just scarpering off to another city or even country, camera in hand, ready to see the beauty and fun of new places.

Perhaps a gap year to each continent isn't quite an option, I'm such a realist when it comes to finances and know that the complications of funding will prevent opportunities sometimes. But I think I'll just slowly work my way around. Planning holidays with friends who have much more wanderlust than I do seems like a more feasible option. I could take maybe one day out just to meander around and take photos, leaving the rest for the fun and games and sightseeing.

Me and my best friend Gemma often speak of travelling the world together, seeing a handful of places in each continent together. It does make me sad when she dreams big and wants to live in beautiful places with her other best friends but I trust that despite wherever she chooses her home to sit, we will someday meet at another airport and have our adventures throughout our life. Gives us something to look forward to each year aye?

Nevertheless, whatever I might see, I hope I'll be able to take some photos to go along with the adventures to help preserve the memories.

Tell me, where in the world would be top of your list of places to visit? I think Hawaii for me :)

There was a little bit of wind getting in his little face.

He's so tiny look at him! (or her, who knows)



another bird also cropped up in a nearby bush catching some sun rays.

And here he is, we didn't follow him all the way to the nest because we couldn't spot the mother either but I'm sure he was reunited safely.

Next week I start my fortnight of work experience at a photography studio I'm so excited, I really hope it doesn't put me off with the realistic complications of running a photography based business. I'm sure I will learn a lesson or two either way and get to grips with my cameras settings. Expect more photography posts in the future because I just adore it!

Yesterday me and my dad drove down to Portsmouth to pick up my brother from his apprenticeship placement as he graduated from his first year today (such pride very proud). We had an afternoon to wander around a beach and shops before we had to meet him at his accommodation. I took lots of photos on the beach we quickly visited. There were plenty of surfers and seagulls around and although the weather wasn't warm I thought it would still be a great photo opportunity.