London is a magical place to be at Christmas. To be honest, most cities in Europe and the Americas are magic at Christmas. Apparently, in the US, there’s a War on Christmas. If there is, then I suspect that the ones whining about it and the ones waging it. I suspect Jesus would agree with me. If he existed…
Salisbury is a great place for Christmas shopping. Aside from the extensive ships, there’s a decent Christmas market. And the atmosphere that seems to come naturally to cathedral towns. We passed the former PM Ted Heaths home. He had many merry Christmases here. If what Continue reading “Seven/Five”
I don’t drink tea. Ghastly stuff. I didn’t drink coffee until early 2004, and only then out of laziness. I worked with someone who brewed up on the hour every hour. It just seemed easier to say yes to a cup, than stand up and go get my own drink. I learned to love coffee. If there’s a choice, Starbucks wins every time. Cafe Nero is a close second. Costa Coffee is a distant third. Recently I went green and bought a reusable cup that gets me 25p off whenever I visit Starbucks. Which is quite often. If I’ve not got an early start at Continue reading “Seven/Four”
The old and the new, side by side. Rail franchises change overnight. Changing the branding takes considerably longer. I’m going to stick my neck out and offer a £1 bet to any takers – by the time this franchise is up in seven years time, I’ll still be able to find some sort of branding of the old franchise still on display somewhere.
What you’re looking at there is part of Poole Harbour, a large natural harbour on the south coast. Humans have had settlements here since before the Romans turned up – a 2000 year old log boat has been extracted from its waters. These days it provides sanctuary for the yachts of the wealthy, and for the red squirrels of Brownsea Island.
Seven days. Seven B&W photos. These flats have just recently been built. We were flat hunting when they were going up and I had a look. Love the area. Not so fond of the price.
Today, I go back just a little under eighteen months, to June 21st 2016. This was the last photo I took and published before the EU Referendum. When I pressed that shutter release, the UK looked set to remain in the EU. And Donald Trump was still something of a joke, with the punch line to come at any moment – at his expense. Those were better times. But you can see those dark clouds Continue reading “#TBT Two Days Before”
The Brexit talks have, once again and to no one’s surprise but the Brexiters, gone rather pear shaped. The problem, you see, are the ‘Red Lines’. This week, all those Red Lines met with Real World, and it didn’t go well. Almost everyone has at least one big Red Line in this debate. The Ultra Brexiters, lead by the likes of Rees-Mogg and Gove, have created a web of red lines with a spirograph, carefully ruling out any Continue reading “Brexit ‘s Red Lines”
Trump see, Trump do. Or so goes a well known proverb in the world of monkeys when describing a closely related but intellectually inferior species that is currently in the news. Smarter monkeys refer to this species by their Latin name, Republicanus Deplorabilis. We humans, at the top of the brains ladder, refer to their characteristics with a wider range of vocab. Fascists. Mentally unstable. Continue reading “Trump See, Trump Do”
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The photo was taken just a couple of months ago. Which is rather recent for a Throwback Thursday sort of photo. But the story behind it goes back thirteen years. To a time when Mrs P was just Miss P. We were just getting to know each other. And I did what any normal guy does. Continue reading “#TBT – True Love Is….”
The view from the window of my train never gets dull. Even when it is dull. One of these days, I’m going to get up early one morning and go have a good walk round here with my camera. Till then, a shot from my iPhone through a mucky window will have to suffice.
If the EU Referendum in 2016 were a business decision, made using facts and figures and not fantasy and slander, then the decision would have been to remain. But Brexit is more than a simple business decision. It’s an emotive issue. Continue reading “Brexit and the Mob”
I have made the decision to cough up my ghastly little secret. Before it’s done for me, as is happening a lot lately. From Hollywood to the US Senate. From Westminster to the BBC. It’s all coming out. And there’s no stopping it now. Harrassment, groping, coercion, rape – the full works. There’s photographic evidence of my misdemeanor, you see. No way to get around that, is there? I shouldn’t have. But I did. It was a long time ago though. So that mitigates things a little bit. I hope. But for shame, I did it. I crept up behind the poor girl, reached out – with both hands, no less – and made Continue reading “The Confession”
I’m almost ready to ditch my iMac as my chief photography processing machine. On the flight back from India, I plugged my SD card into my iPad Mini 4 (via a dongle) and processed the entire collection. It was an easy and pleasant processing experience. But I’d really want a little bit more screen real estate before I gave up my iMac full time. Continue reading “My Photographic Future”