“Why Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London” said Mr Johnson. And what goes for 1777 still stands for 2018. A fascinating city, even on a bitterly cold February evening outing with the camera club. The best was Tate Modern, full of vibrancy, youth, music, art and installations late into the evening. I could have spent hours there snapping away, agreeing with Mr Johnson’s dictum… “No Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life…”
Blimey it’s getting cold here in the UK. I’m quite looking forward to the stillness and quiet of winter. But just before the summer recedes too far into the memory, a quick moment to go back to the pictures of summer and dig out the liquid blue of the sea. To help block out the cold. Imagine these vistas in 40C. Blissful!
A Cretan village
Reflection of a yacht mast
St Paul’s Church – 2000 years old. And look at the colour!
Same mast, different reflection
A Cretan beach and a Cretan view
So goodbye to summer 2014. Let’s see what the winter can do!
I think I must be a very trying father. The kids start to complain the moment they catch sight of a tripod. If we go for a walk they demand I leave the camera at home. Not that I ever listen. And secretly I think they like some of the images…
A nymph and jewelled light
This summer I got them to dance underwater for me. Immy went for the elegant look, Charles the muscular…
the joy of being a teenager
Dancing to her fingertips
Me looking at him looking at me
I wonder what the kids will think? They’ll probably remember how I got them to swim back and forth endlessly posing underwater. But given I’m a trying father I shall keep on trying. And one day they will see these pics as the joys of summer – good memories now the weather is deteriorating.
Immy and her shadow
Every year I go out and try and take a good photo of the bluebells. It’s not easy – the blue comes out purple if there’s any sunshine because the flowers reflect ultra violet. So the recent weather hasn’t exactly been good for (bluebell) photography! On reflection, I think the best weather for bluebells is mizzle but we’ve had solid sunshine for weeks and weeks now Bring back the rain (joking – we Brits are simply never happy whatever the weather!!!)
The straight shot
Below I’ve gone for the abstract view and played about with the camera. Quite liberating! (Honest, this wasn’t just me dropping the camera at the wrong (right?) moment…
The abstract shot
A friend has got a print of this one in his loo. Freshens things up, I suppose….
The classic shot
This is one of my earliest pictures – on Velvia film, hence the slightly weird colour cast I think. From a bluebell wood just of the A59 near Poppleton, York.
My favourite shot