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Pictures from the day
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London images using the new prime lens
A grey day in London – it was supposed to be sunny! I’m happy with this first set of images from the new lens (Pentax 35mm f2.4 non-zoom). Don’t miss the dog in the second picture and the webbed feet of the duck in the fourth picture (click the image to see the detail). The panorama is composed of four pictures stitched together using Photoshop Elements.
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Young Hearts Crying – Richard Yates
I got to the end of Richard Yates’ Young Hearts Crying and wished that I had concentrated a bit more in the first half! It’s a beautifully written novel about disappointed lives, unhappy marriages and dreams unfulfilled. It’s another book I should mark to re-read.Recommended if you like books about lives rather than ones about plot.
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First image with a prime lens
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this new lens! Today is a sunny Sunday, a day for reading. I need to take the lens further than the garden!
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My pictures look so green and dull
My blog looks so washed out. I need some orange or yellow, but I haven’t a suitable cheerful picture. Instead, I doctored an old picture of the Lymington to Isle of Wight ferry. It’s not ideal (no orange or yellow) but it’s OK.I’ve ordered a prime lens (ie non-zoom) for my camera and I’m hoping I can produce some sharpness and colour. It’s an experiment.
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Wansford, Cambridgeshire
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Scarborough, with added colour!
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Invasion of the ducks!
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North Yorkshire Coast
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Growing up in Wartime Southampton – James Marsh
Growing up in Wartime Southampton by James Marsh is a fine telling of the author’s childhood in a Southampton street, from his birth in 1939 until the demolition of the street in 1968. The author lived barely a mile from where, 10 years later, I spent my own childhood, and many of the locations and descriptions triggered fond memories. The book is highly recommended and particularly so if the time and area are similarly relevant.[There are several references to the prefabs at St Denys in which I was brought up, though the absence of an index means you have to read the book to find them!]














