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Rocks Royal Birmingham Cabinet Album

Birmingham in 1891

A few years ago I came across a very slim, ornate volume at a car boot sale.
Recently, whilst tidying up for a room decoration, I came across it again. It’s entitled “Rocks Royal Birmingham Cabinet Album” and glorious little piece of Victoriana it is too.

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2020. Blessed is the ‘white van man’, for he delivers the goods.

Taken recently in Lincoln, for me at least, this image seems to hold much of what 2020 has become.

Boredom and the ennui generated by that. And yet so much has changed and is still yet to change. We are engulfed by a curious storm. One which is invisible to us and yet surrounds us.

Let’s hope we become free of its stultifying effects soon. Life cannot continue to be ‘on hold’. It just can’t.

Once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.

Haruki Murakami

My Jigsaw of Life’s pageant

This morning when I woke, I was thinking about pictures – this is not unusual for me. I think about images a lot – and this morning I thought about what makes a good picture. I take pictures – not so many under Covid restrictions because I work mainly on the street – but how do I know it’s a good picture? Firstly, I suppose, you have to define what constitutes  a “good picture”, and as we are all different, then what makes a good picture to one does not to another; yes, it’s personal, as they say. There is no simple answer.

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Selling my prints. Hmmm.

Recently, I asked on Twitter who amongst my ‘followers’ sold their pictures on line and if they did would they mind sharing their experiences; the reason being I wish to sell some of my own pictures on line and I thought I could benefit from the experience of those who had gone before, as it were. I had some interesting comments and help.

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Sound and pictures

Like many others I guess, I edit pictures whilst listening to music. I always have done, ever since my darkroom days. I even write whilst listening to music – though there cannot be any vocals, too distracting.

Often the music dictates what I edit and indeed the way I might edit it. And, of course, some pictures just call for a specific genre or mood of music.

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Mablethorpe madness.

On every other Sunday from October to September the flat-ish beach of a fading ‘kiss me quick hat’ beach resort on the East Coast of England turns into a mayhem mixture of burning Castrol R oil, flying sand and shiny 2 wheeled projectiles with humans of all ages and both sexes trying to stay on top of them as they thrash around the sand (occasionally water) course.

It’s sand racing. A cross between motorcycle speedway, grass track and circuit racing – but somehow not managing to be any of those.

It’s casually organised – not official that is. Anybody with a bike can ride. No license needed. Just get on and go when you’re told.

If you fall off, and many do, the race is stopped and the ambulance drives across the beach to where you are. Once clear, off they go again.

The noise straightens your hair, if the winds of the North Sea haven’t done that already.

Sand, sea, fish and chips and motorbike racing on the beach. How can it get better than that?

The bad news is, according to the web site, the 20/21 season has been called off because of Covid.

PDBarton
Lincoln
30th September 2020

Fungi in the woods

The brown leaves of Autumn show themselves on the trees. The season is changing and with that change comes fungi.

Walking in the woods with Bess, our Chocolate Labrador, is something I do all year. I like the peace and quiet. I like to watch the seasons change. Sometimes, I just like to sit on a tree stump and listen. Coming from a city, I appreciate the lack of noise.

The best time of year, in my opinion, is early Autumn. The sun still holds some warmth and its light remains strong, creating dappled patterns on the freshly carpeted floor of the woods.

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I don’t talk about cameras but…

Generally I make it a principle not to talk about cameras. However, today I want to make an exception.

Over the many years I’ve been taking pictures I’ve used many cameras, both film and digital. And yes, I’ve spent, some might say wasted, a lot of money in satisfying my interest, again, some might say, obsession, with cameras.

The problem I have is that I genuinely like cameras. Not just the use of them but the whole thing, aesthetics, mechanics, even the smell, of cameras.

This obsession led me down many roads. I switched to digital fairly early – I even bought (arguably) the first digital camera, the game changing but dreadful Casio QV-10 which I still have in my collection. I moved into high end Nikon digital gear*. I loved its immediacy.

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