I’ll Be Late…
Time management skills are important. However, anything can delay us, which might make it a bit unfair when others are too strict with any schedule. We even have a template text message on most mobile phones to text ‘I’ll be late’ without typing the message. Mind you, not being late is both considerate and the only way to organise things properly.
This is what came across my mind when I booked my tickets for the Wild Life Photographer Photographer of the Year exhibition at the Natural History Museum in London.
So, what does it have to do with anything? It is the booking system that amazed me the most, because I had to book for a specific day and time. It was a deja vu, as it had previously happened when I went to see the David Bowie exhibition at the V&A last year. I guess it is understandable, as some museums and exhibitions tend to attract many people, and museums need to manage the number of people that attend an exhibition at any given time for health and safety reasons.
It is also interesting that the V&A staff said to call if I was going to be late for any reason. It’s like going to the doctor or when meeting a friend. In the end, I had to call as there had been an accident on the road, which was very useful. Why? Because I was only a few minutes late and a member of staff helped me to jump the queue which was already forming outside the entrance for the next time slot!
Both of them were great exhibitions, by the way. The Wildlife Photographer of the Year takes place yearly. This year, the jury had to choose from 43,000 entries, which is an amazing feat. Some of the pictures had been taken by kids up to 17 years old.
The pic below is the winner in that category, taken by a 14 year-old in India. It is a gharial, a rare species of croc with her hatchlings.
Thank you for reading my very random thoughts today!
A Londoner from Afar
I was so sad when I realized I had missed the Bowie exhibit in Toronto.
That photo is amazing.
That’s the one that stood out for me in that category. There was another one called True Love, where a bird that looked like a swan was giving some sort of collar to another bird, similar to what they do in Hawaii (according to the movies!) or when someone is crowned champion.
It’s strange – the Bowie exhibition was my only visit to the V&A and I was so offended at their organisation and the sense of being treated like a herd of cattle that I doubt I’ll return to the museum. But I’d love to see the photography exhibition.
Herd – kind of I thought about that when I queued with a thousand others at almost every bit of the exhibition. That bit wasn’t too good, no.