I had an ancient 35mm camera that had long been held together by rubber bands. I hadn’t used it for ages. It was no longer fit for purpose and consigned to one of those drawers we all have filled with stuff we no longer need or use but we can’t quite bring ourselves to throw any of it away. I was no longer in the habit of taking photographs and when I did I would buy a disposable one.
November 5th was approaching. My young pup was terrified of fireworks, as I discovered when Paul McCartney gave a concert at a local stadium and ended it with a display of pyrotechnics. I have never seen a dog so distraught as she raced around the house, running into doors in an attempt to escape from the terrifying noise. I knew we have to get away and to somewhere relatively remote, or firework free at least. A week in some secluded spot in the country is called for. I found somewhere ideal in the Lake District that promised to be relatively firework free, and so it proved.
ah, but if I’m going to the Lakes I will need a good camera; time to embrace the digital world and see what’s out there. It was an impulsive last minute purchase, bought the day before the holiday, and I have never looked back. Some of those first shots I took with my camera are amongst my favourite photos. There are also some that should never see the light of day, Time to to rectify that.
The camera came with the usual booklet of instructions, most of which I still don’t understand. Time to take my first shots. It seemed simple enough – just point, focus and click. Well that seemed to work – most of the time.
Came the day when I thought I’d take a trip on the ferry across to the far side of the lake. Sitting there, enjoying the view, better get the camera out. Funny how you don’t notice what must have been glaringly obvious at the time…
I didn’t know the boat was turning at the time – it all looked perfectly level to me.
The island is in danger of slipping off all together. (I wasn’t drunk. Honest). Just that no-one had told me about the grid.
And finally the obligatory Black-and-White shot from the same trip – The Jaws of Borrowdale
New blogger friend Mark set me a challenge this week to go along with the daily assignment from Photo101. Today we have been encouraged to play around with glass – shooting through it or just photographing glass objects. There are some wonderful glass fronted buildings especially along the water front, picking up the reflections from the docks. Contrasting the old with the new here –
Closing in on my treasure. I have been presented with two blogging challenges (well, three actually, if you include the one I set myself; more of that later). I shall deal with them in reverse order, chronologically speaking that is.
First, this morning’s photoblog challenge from Michelle: to photograph something I treasure and to capture it in close-up, either by zooming in or by getting in real close.
There you have them – my treasures, in close-up and in Monochrome, which I hope fulfils part of the next challenge.
The second challenge comes from one of the bloggers I met started to follow through the daily assignments – my new photo101 friend, Mark, who has challenged me to the 5-post B&W challenge, which I blithely accepted without having the faintest idea what it is; either a reflection on my recklessness or an indication of the level of trust I place in my new found friend!
The third challenge is the one I have set myself, and that is, to persuade my most erudite, intelligent, witty and delightful friend Gail to start her own blog. She says she has nothing to say. I refute that, and even if it were true, then never would saying nothing be so well expressed.
I am now going to take a leaf out of Mark’s blog (well imitation they say is the sincerest form of flattery) and open this up to you by leaving you with this question. How would you encourage someone you knew to start writing a blog?
A great day out and about with my camera and plenty of opportunities to revisit some of the past week’s assignments.
I pass over this wondrous bridge on an almost daily basis. The bur of the bridge as I pass I thought would make a good study for the movement assignment. I was amazed at the result, I had no idea there was such colour in the structure.
Heidi joined the household when she was 6 months old. I was looking for a large blue merle boy to keep Rosie company. How I ended up with a monstrous small but lively sable and white girl I do not know. Six months later I see advertised a blue merle boy, born only 5 days later than Heidi and I arranged to go and have a look at him. Chance, luck, fate, destiny, call it what you will. The advert had only been placed online 5 minutes before I spotted it and for once I did not prevaricate and called straight away. Heidi and Max are soul-mates. They loved each other from day one. At last, someone Heidi could bully. She calls all the shots, instigates the play, starts the chase.