Saturday, January 24, 2015

I shall miss this lovely man

The village said goodbye to this lovely man this morning. The sun shone in between the snow showers as the funeral took place and Donald was carried to the graveyard by the sea. A fitting place to end his days perhaps as this was a seafaring man on the fishing and the cargo boats round the world.

Donald had some fine stories too and took delight in their telling - possibly enhancing them a bit as he went. But I loved to listen, he made me laugh and I enjoyed his company. Thanks Donald.

I will miss him and I know his lovely family will miss him too.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Is this what you'd like?

I mean, is this what you imagine? Island life and everything. Road narrow and everything. Moor and the flippin windmill. Eh? I mean, is it? I know there's no sheeps here but the coows are just behind. Mooing, that sort of thing.

Well, some of it looks like this on a wet day in Stornoway.

Sorry and all that.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Venice. Italy that is

Near Venice anyway. A cheap caravan park where we stayed within commuting distance of Venice itself with an outdoor cycle racing track next door!

Taken with the Ilford Sporti 'camera' and printed on Ilford FB - as you do.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Pig Dyke

A Pig Dyke Mollyist caught in all their glory - in Mossely, Lancs.

Caught with the old Voigtlander Bessa 6x9 RF and printed yesterday on Ilford Fb. Like you do.

Mossely seems to attract beings like these - and a jolly good thing too.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Please don't berate me!

No, not a new image. I have been living and all that! Working too as it happens and preparing some prints. Re-printing dodgy prints as well.

For a week or so I haven't really done any snapping. I think that must be the firs time in ages I have done that. Sure to make me see clearly again soon!

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Why I don't photograph music

The first point I must make is that it is nigh on impossible to photograph music. Trust me.
Except musical notation perhaps or, someone making music - or something that passes for music. Talking of which, I went to a lovely little musical soiree recently. It wasn't really my cup of spanners to honest although one of two of the beat combos on stage did tickle my fancy.

I went well equipped for the occasion all the same - an Olympus XA2 loaded with Agfa 400s @ 200. Since we sat in the back row with the intention of forestalling the onset of tinnitus, I was rather restricted.

This above was Wee Calum and BoDodley with The Drummer Boy. Brilliant, Wee Calum sorts my broccoli on Monday mornings and he does that with the aplomb of the excellent rhythm bassist he is here. Fantastic footwork by Wee Calum too and BoDodley sang wonderfully with a touch of Elvis Costello. Recommended.  

This was "Turn it up to eleven". It might not have been that as it happens but should have been. The young lady chanteuse was very good, plenty of arm movements [although often repeated] and a little bit of shuffle in between. Oh yes, The Drummer Boy was there too.

Right; ZZ quo > Ha! Brilliant. The shuffle wasn't there though. The seemingly 12 year old guitarist did a natty bit of footwork mind as he soloed away. Or whatever one calls it these days. Drummer Boy was here as well. He flailed away brilliantly all evening and I was rather disappointed we didn't get a 10 min drum solo as we used to. Like here . Drummer Boy surely could have given a run for his money!  He was well warmed up at this stage being on his second of three bands for the evening. Wonderful staying power as well as being a fine batteryist with all the attendant movements and flayling.

The only thing with this bandette was that I wanted a lyric sheet. To sing along and all that. " How did my chicken cross the road" sort of thing. "oh my sheeps is glorious in the evening sunshine of my love" or something similar. I might not have heard it right mind you - hence the need for lyric sheets.

Last in the evening was the Broken . Sorry, Broken Ravens. Great movement by the bass playing man\boy who obviously liked the new, exclusive drummer as he kept going to look at him - to ensure he was still grimacing properly I suppose. The singer fella looked to firmly nailed to the ground as he crooned though the fog  while Thrush - another banjoist - was swaying. Occasionally. Good though.

Perhaps I might 'do' some more musical photographising - while you are on a roll etc.....

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Am I barking up the wrong tree; or just Barking?


Yes old image new Lith print in my new mounting. What does one think?