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
Perhaps the anonymous moniker of Mrs P is getting old and in need of a revamp. I liked the turn of phrase that came in Dana’s comment, a post or two ago. Mysterious P is a much better name. Here’s a photo that’s a suitable attachment to the name. Will it stick? Probably not. Mrs P is much easier to write. Continue reading
I have so far added 756 photos to my Flickr account in 2017. Some good, many so-so, a few that suck and a handful which I really like. There’s a few days left for more to go up, but I think I have a settled selection of the best of the year. It’s been a good year. We’ve been to Scotland, Spain and India. And within the UK we’ve been to stately homes and castles across the south/south east, punting in Cambridge and Ladies Day at Royal Ascot. It’s Continue reading
I can be sent to work at any of a number of locations. But there’s one I seem to get sent to most. It’s the place furthest from home at the very end of the line. Read into that what you will. But I don’t mind. I enjoy the commute. Continue reading