Timeless classics

OK, so perhaps classics is pushing it a little bit too far, but whilst leaning back in my office chair I saw this pile of books that my eldest son has ‘finished with’. Music in the Meadow is 40 years old (was given to me in 1970), The Pictorial History of Aircraft was bought for me when I was around 9 (according to the inscription my Nana always insisted on writing) and The Ever Changing Woodland was published when there was woodland to change and the countryside wasn’t just a strip of land between motorways. Whilst the annuals in the photo are recent, both The Dandy and The Beano were also regular deliveries from Santa for me and my Father before me when he was a boy.

A Lifetime Reading

The image is nothing special, but it made me think about the printed word, the feel of a book, the smell of a book store. None of which a Kindle will ever be able to match. In spite of electronic everything, there’s something about the smell of a well thumbed novel, or the way a glossy page of photos turns that hopefully will continue to live on.

What a difference a Dave makes………

Been messing around with different editing actions and techniques this week (as you may have noticed). One from the weekend’s visit to Burnham on Crouch, messed with, butchered and murdered in three different ways

First Up, a Dual Colour split tone process

A Bench by the River

Next – A more traditional black and white conversion, with different crop.

A Bench by the River

Finally – An ‘Antique’ Tint and vignette – Keep coming back to this one, but not at all sure why it appeals so much.

A Bench by the River

All of these were taken or more specifically snapped, by a bench by the River Crouch, just along the footpath beyond the sailing club, atop an old pill box thingy at Burnham-on-Crouch.
Was too windy to sit there for long, but gave me another shot to experiment with. Keep going back to the ‘antique’ look at the moment, hopefully it’s just a phase. Otherwise, not sure which of these three works best.

Liverpool Wheel…….

Been sorting through some forgotten folders on my Mac, trying to tidy everything up in a vain attempt to become more organised.  Stumbled across this forgotten shot from my first ever visit to Liverpool whereupon I spent the evening wandering around the docks on my own….

Unfortunately it’s a bit soft (hand held evening shots often are) but I did quite like the contrast and colour.  If I’m honest it could probably do with the bottom bit cropped off, but no time for editing today.

 

Liverpool Wheel

A point in the right direction……

You get the point......

Had a quick play with the Kenko Macro Tubes today after being invited to take part in a Macro project earlier in the week. Neither of these really cuts it but was fun dabbling again. Shame there aren’t many flies about and all the spiders have moved to Mazda. these were taken with the Tamron 17-50mm f2.8 which despite being dropped (again) is still producing some nice sharp images. This was attached to the 30D via a 20mm Kenko tube.

No flash for this, just what was left of the natural daylight in the office, handheld too (would recommend a tripod though) with a shutter speed of 0.8 @ f5, ISO 100

Face like a bag of punched clay…..

Underlining the theory and well known saying “You can’t polish a turd” is this one off and mostly unremarkable shot. It was by no means a keeper to start with and is probably less aesthetic now than it was before I took the sledgehammer to nut approach with the processing. The only reason it’s made it this far is because I haven’t updated this for a couple of weeks and this is all I have to show for the break. Taken in my ‘office’, this was part of a set, messing around and experimenting with different apertures and shutter speeds. Lit only by the screen of the Mac, this was originally a reasonably well exposed but otherwise slightly out of focus, bland ‘snap’ of my wrinkly, pockmarked and saggy face. Let it now serve as a warning to avid experimenters…(though in my defense I looked considerably better before I started messing about).

Face like a bag of punched clay.....