Archive for November, 2007

Come Up And See My Etchings

Since getting a decent digital camera in September 2004, I’ve really got back into taking photos.  It was definitely the limits the cost of film put on experimentation that stopped me before.  A very similar story applies to many of us privileged to have the means, time and opportunity to get into digital photography.

I’m not saying this is a great shot of water lilies but it was my first to get me excited about the possibilities.  It was a bright day and I accidentally used a slow-synch flash.  I switched the flash off and tried again but later found the flash photos to be among the most interesting.  I rarely use flash these days so, that wasn’t the epiphany - it was more about clicking on to the possibilities for creating a picture rather than recording a scene.

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Where Would I Be?

… without my playmates?

I’ve had enjoyable experiences of several good books recently as results of comments and recommendations from friends near and far.  I wouldn’t have touched any of the following if it hadn’t been for some sort of prompting:

A Glass of Blessings / Barbara Pym

About 2 years ago, Michael mentioned A Glass of Blessings saying he’d been reminded of Piers and Keith by Andrew and I.  This undoubtedly had something to do with my career modelling for knitting patterns.  (Or was it more to do with levels of proficiency in French?)  I came across the very tome in a second-hand book shop over the summer and settled down to read in October.  What a delightful insight into 1950s manners.

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Nostalgia Alert

Now I’m 40, am I having a mid-life crisis?  No I don’t think so - but I do keep getting very powerful nostalgia side-swipes and they seem to be happening increasingly regularly.

I don’t consider that nostalgia has to be about living in the past or about thinking there was ever such a thing as ‘the good old days’.  I don’t often relive memories.  In fact I have a very bad memory and often have to rely on others reminding me (thanks Andrew).  Sometimes, however, these things come flooding back or can be hunted down in the archives.

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