Here’s one of my rather infrequent self portraits. I’ve been missing in action longer than Melania Trump, but no one seems to have noticed. Regardless, here is proof that I’m still alive and kicking. I’m wearing my currrent favourite t-shirt, a snazzy green number by SuperDry. I like the brand alot. It’s good quality and fits nicely. It’s not cheap, but I shop once or twice a year in the sales, using any extra vouchers I can find. I prefer the stuff which has minimal branding, which prevents me from buying about 50% of their clothes due to the foot high logos stamped on them.
Well, of course it’s Mexico. Where else do you get a cathedral like that, with skies so blue and faces so brown? Well, I guess quite a few places in Latin America. But this blog is called the Mexile, so of course it’s Mexico. The photo is just a little over eighteen months old. And full of wonderful memories. The filter I used would try and convince you that it’s a few decades older than that. It’s a con, but I liked how it turned out. The town? Answers on a postcard, please.
Once upon a time, I walked the entire length of Avenida Reforma, including the Calzada de los Misterios. I took a photo every 8 steps or so and created a video out of the hundreds of snaps when I got back home. To be honest, the final product did not meet my hopes or expectations. But never mind. I still managed to photograph all the monuments along Calzada de los Misterios. From memory, I think they were something to do with pilgrimages to the Basilica de Guadaloupe. Probably. That was a mighty long walk. Too long for one day. I had to split it into two. It became even longer when I wandered off the the other end of Reforma for a good couple of kilometres, unaware that the road had actually ended some time back.
The court of King Arthur, the Loch Ness monster, the ‘Good Old Days’ and the British spring of 2018 – all frequently talked about, but never actually seen. Despite the occasional, unsubstantiated rumour of a sighting from persons of dubious integrity, there is no hard evidence that any of them exist. Or have ever existed. They are simply part of British folklore.
Today, my photo takes us back exactly 15 years, to March 2003. I had not long turned 30, still worked at Texaco, and was enjoying the wonders of travelling as a single guy. There’s an awful lot to be said of travelling solo, all positive. I loved the ability to roam, dine and generally spend my time without compromise. Did I ever get lonely? Not once. You always meet people on the trail. On the odd occasion that it is just you, then there is always a good book waiting to be read.
Once upon a long ago, I worked in central London, in a posh convenience store frequented by the wealthy residents of Kensington. And tourists. Horses of them. Many of whom were also on the wealthy side of stinking rich. Tourists will often ask for directions to the most famous parts of the city. And they would rarely come even close to pronouncing Leicester Square correctly. On a slow work day, one would take a perverse pleasure in feigned ignorance when asked Continue reading
I was a reasonably early adopter with digital photography. My first camera was a Sanyo 1.3mp model, when anything over 1mp was considered cutting edge technology. The problem it had was excessive noise in low light. Which was the bane of digital photography for many years, first with dedicated cameras and then with phone based cameras.
I feel that I’m closer still to ditching my iMac as my primary photography processing machine. I’ve used my iPad Mini 4 a few times to process and upload my photos. I shot my recent trip to Cheddar in RAW to see how it handled the format. I imported them into the iPad and used Lightroom Mobile, rather than VSCO. The latter has some nice filters and produces some good results. But Lightroom Mobile is by far the more powerful tool for general organisation and processing. And both iPad, Lightroom and VSCO handled the RAW files just fine. Continue reading
It is enirely plausible that my distant ancestors once lived in caves. I can see the appeal of a cave for a person who lived in a world without bricks, tiles and mortar. A cave offers a reasonable level of shelter. I don’t live in a cave, however. I’m mightly pleased about the introduction of bricks, tiles and mortar into the construction process. If at all possible, I’d like to continue living in my modern, comfortable, warm brick and mortar based property. All I need to do is keep paying my mortgage and home insurance payments. Continue reading
Tis the first of February. And I found a photo from February, way back in the past. All the way back to 2005. It is the oldest known photo of Mrs P and I together, thirteen years ago. She had arrived in the UK for her first trip to Europe at the end of December. Her original plan was to stay less than a month, with half of it spent whizzing around Europe. First stop Paris. Then to Berlin. And finally to Rome, where she stayed with a Mexican friend who had Continue reading
A change is as good as a rest. So they say. So I have decided to change my theme. The old one had begun to bore me. Do you like? Or not like? I’m not 100% sure, but I rarely am when it comes to change. I’ll run with it for a while and see if I get used to it. There’s no sidebar or footer for widgets. Any widgets have to fit in a pull down section at the top. I’m not keen on pull down sections filled with junk. So the dynamic blogroll has gone. Along with my Twitter feed. Meh. Continue reading
One of my first jobs, perhaps my first ever job, was as a paper boy. It’s most boys first job. It didn’t pay a fortune, but it could be done in about an hour, early in the morning before school. It was a much better job on a warm summer morning than on a wet, dark wintry morning. I quickly worked out that I was better off leaving my BMX bike at the newagents and running my round. When I was a kid, I could run like Forest Gump. But further. I’m Continue reading
I found one of the few photos from India featuring both myself and Mrs P. There aren’t many of them, for obvious reasons. Someone has to hold the camera, and that’s usually me. But I clearly must have trusted someone here. Enough to let them hold my Fuji for just a few moments. It’s a nice shot. Nicer now that I’ve processed it with a little more care. But maybe it’s a little over saturated. Or else I had a better tan than I remember.
India has a ton of problems that need fixing. Pollution, poverty and plastic waste all spring to mind. But the particular issue to which I refer is the processing of my photos from my holiday. I have a confession – I shot for two days straight with the white balance on my camera stuck at the far setting, enveloping every shot in a ghastly shade of red. Schoolboy error.for the first day at the Taj Mahal, because the lighting was poor and the LCD on the Continue reading
The beach hut is a familiar sight along the sand and shingle beaches of seaside towns in the UK. The first beach huts were converted wheeled bathing machines, fisherman’s huts and sheds set up for the benefit of the working classes. Where might you find the first purpose built beach huts? Why, you’d find them here in Bournemouth. Continue reading