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Do we stay or do we go?

If, like me, you are sick to the back teeth of hearing the word Brexit I’m afraid this piece is not going to help much. But, but, but – yes. it’s worth the repetition – if we relent in our efforts to push back, then we can blame nobody but ourselves, for not trying to reverse what has transpired to be an uninformed, corrupted and consequently, bad decision. One million of us joined together in London yesterday to protest against what we see as madness. I owe it to my grandchildren to try to protect their future. It would be hard to look them in the eye and say I did nothing. That’s enough of the ‘why’ of it. Here are some pictures of how the day panned out from the people walking through London before the march until my crocky old bones could literally stand no longer a few hours later. I didn’t get to the end. Sorry. As to whether we should stay or go… you have your own opinion – and long may that …

Once we were friends.

I have early memories from when I was a child, of furniture, amongst other things, being dumped on waste ground. This was post-war Birmingham. In the inner city, there were “bomb sites” as they were called, where houses, shops and businesses had been destroyed by bombing. The city was slow to change so many of these remained into the 60’s. People would dump, prams, bikes, old mangles and just about anything else on these sites. As they were getting rid of the utilitarian, kite marked, wartime furniture and replacing it with the ‘latest look’ tacky objects, furniture would make a temporary appearance too. If it wasn’t carried off by somebody who was worse off than the person who dumped it we used it as a trampoline, or ocean liner or wartime tank or medieval castle. Inevitably it would be set on fire – especially around Guy Fawkes night, November the 5th.     There were no council run waste tips when I was young. There are lots now, which is why I’m surprised people feel …

In search of the perfect camera strap.

Those who follow my photo comments will know I don’t talk much (not at all really) about gear. The mere mention of a camera brand or exposure details in a blog or Tweet just… well, you know. It may come as a surprise, therefore, when I tell you I’m going to spout about a piece of sundry equipment which has wowed me recently. Let me explain. Just like millions of other photographers, for years I’ve carried varying forms of cameras around my neck or over my shoulder and I’ve NEVER been satisfied with the manufacturer supplied straps, or any from the aftermarket for that matter. They were either too long, or short, difficult to re-size, they were too wide or too narrow. Argghhh. They drove me nuts. I have a preference for a short camera strap – about 800mm – which, when the camera is draped around my neck places the camera mid-chest. These are not easy to find. And, at the same time, I like to carry my camera across my body, hanging by …