Somewhere in blogsphere there’s a blog that gives tips on photography equipment secrets that don’t cost the earth. I wish I had bookmarked the site because it was good. From what I remember one of the tips included a light box made from a cardboard box for taking better quality macro shots. A large rectangle is cut from each side of the box and the empty spaces covered with white paper, enough for a lamp to shine through on the other side. I tried making the light box but for some reason it didn’t turn out as good.

Little did I realise though, that I had a light box secret of my own. Like twelve months later. That secret was in the kitchen. When I first saw the kitchen I remember gasping with horror at the white cupboards, white walls, white table, white everything. It looked as if someone had stepped into the kitchen with a spray gun and shot the room white. Over time however I grew to like the kitchen for the windows because it shone light into the room and made it even lighter!

I would use the kitchen to take pictures because I liked how the light bounced off my food. Of course this is not a post about photography secrets but about a kitchen I once loathed. We have since moved house and while I love our new house, I miss the white kitchen with the large windows—even if all the windows had large gaps in between that made them howl on windy nights.