Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Cycling club huts

There are not many of the things left it is fair to say. The famous De Laune cycling club had one at one time but sold the land for about 10 trillion groats and are now the richest cycling club in the UK.

The Ayr Roads Cycling club still has theirs thanks to the good work of the members and especially Vic Posse to keep the thing in goodish order.

The Great Man- VIC POSSE - looks out of the club hut onto the rabble.

Yes, Mr Posse had his 75th there- and great fun it was too even though we did not get to play pass-the-parcel while we were there. It rained though, not long after this shot was taken.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Sex romp

I'm still reeling from the little doggie in the back of Brendon's car who insisted on humping his bed repeatedly while we drove from there to there - along the Electric Brae. The Electric Brae was indeed so exciting as birthday boy Vic Posse had advised that I almost managed to stay awake. But the antics of Charlie the dog fair put me off my dinner.

We'd ventured onto the mainland for the party - all balloons and what have you. When I say balloons, we were ordered to blow countless of the blighters up but, apart from a few bursting on the newly cut grass of the field we were in at the club hut for the party, they didn't see the light of day again. Still, the soup was great, the cakes too and we all had a grand time.

Here's former World Masters Track Cycling Champ Mr Smith making balloons, taken with the Kodak Cresta on Chinese film. Eh? And yes, Mr Smith is 84 and still riding his road racing bikes!


Always time for a cigi

I think I might have to take up smoking if I had to parade about in a hat of that shape while selling pieces of dead animals and Black Puddings [the very best I'm told, the original - just like the other dead animal bit sellers say]


I mean, goodness me, what were they thinking? Does one need to look like that at all?

The snap I think is fine. As someone said - HCB I believe - "sharpness is a bourgeois concept". He was wrong. Sharpness is a port in Gloucestershire.

Monday, July 21, 2014

See this person?


I passed him the other day. That's how he ended up on the film. Flew right through the lens and imprinted himself on the emulsion. I'm rather pleased about it.

I looked to get him on film again this morning but he had vanished. Into thin air - well, the air of Lewis tinged with dead fish and diesel anyway. Pity because I'm sure he would have loved the snap.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Frank


Could be a telephone electronic image. It isn't I might add. It's Frank - from O'er the road.

Friday, July 18, 2014

It's him again

If you knew this fella then you'd know why this is a good likeness. It 'feels' like him and everything. It's William, my former work colleague, good friend and husband of the long -suffering Gemma.

Sometimes when one is using a proper camera, the essence of the person can imprint itself on the emulsion. The soul not stolen away as some peoples worry but merely the essence of the soul is collected and savoured by the silver halide on the film.

I know, I may have to find a reference for this fact but rest assured, it is true.


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Did I not tell you?

The island is closed. Shut and everything.

There are far too many poeples here at the moment flaunting their wind-burn as they trapse off their sailboats, out of camper vans and even, off the ferry. Granted there is the Heb Celt musical review and the boatee gathering as well but, and here' the rub, we have enough. There is only so much air to breathe eh? The deserted beaches often have two people on them and the cafes are busy. That's not the island I know.

So, please note; we are closed until further notice. Or should be anyway.

Look, does this print not tell you something?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A new day

I love a little stroll. Strolling around the nearby town of Stornoway for instance, sampling green teas, the air - essence of dead fish and diesel, tourists in town out of their camper vans for a moment or wandering off a visiting cruise ship. That's Stornoway in summer.


The sun has been shining till recently. Now the Heb Celt Festival is soon to open and the Maritime Festival too, the weather has gone back to normal. Here's a snap I took earlier with the UW&S. Has the touch of Flaneur about it I think.