Beware of the Photo Thieves
The UK government is about to leave us wide open to thieves who want to use our photography for their own purposes. If this legislation becomes law, it’s bye-bye Tumblr for me (and Flickr, too).
Natural History Museum, South Kensington, London
Welcome to Manchester. Near enough to where I was born (7 miles) for me to call “home” and far enough from where I live now (225 miles) for it to surprise me pleasantly and shock me every time I visit on business.
I love the place. It plays host to my favourite football team (no, not the red one that doesn’t play in Manchester but the blue one that does) and I worked there from 1979 to 1988 when work promotion and an opportunity to see more of the world arrived.
I’ve deliberately shown it’s less glamorous side as, with most cities, only the popular, retail therapy areas seem to attract funding to make them shiny and appealing. The rest just have to muddle on by themselves until they prosper or die.
These shots were taken within a 2 minute walk of Piccadilly station and Piccadilly Gardens.
My wife and I visited Cambridge last weekend. It’s always an interesting place and there’s some beautiful parts to it as well, if you get off the main streets.
A few more from Dungeness. Particularly happy with the shot of Steve - a new member of the Filmwasters gang and a thoroughly nice bloke.
Hommage à Ciparisso (by p1r0 (Ludovico Poggioli))
Beautiful how the photo is sharp and soft simultaneously and the greys bleed into one another.
Something i have come back to, working on this rough to possibly take on further
Beautiful artwork. An hour’s drive from where I live. Super little town, excellent brewery (Adnams) and sausage rolls (Ginger Pig) to die for.
(via wildinsuffolk)
Finding Vivian Maier
I rarely post something that is not mine. This is too good to not share. Looks like an amazing film.
I also seldom reblog but I agree…this looks wonderful. I just hope I get the chance to see it.
Spread the word folks - spread the word. This is one fabulous photographer and such a pity she never got recognition while alive.
Dungeness, Kent - 9th February 2013. Great day out shooting the ruins of various sheds and boats on the shingle beach on the extreme edge of the south coast of England.
Festivities?
Is it just me, or does Christmas and the period until we return to a level of “normality” in January leave anyone else completely flat? It’s been the same for as long as I can remember.
I’ve wondered if it’s down to the fact that I lost my dad at Christmas 20 years ago. Goodness knows that was an awful period in my life and I don’t think I ever really got through the grieving process.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and more cynical? Maybe it’s because we’re all expected to eat, drink and be merry is thrust down our necks every time we turn on the TV. The “teasers” for programmes become more ridiculous with each passing year. Maybe I’m one of those people that needs daylight more than most? Maybe it’s a bit of everything.
My wife is a wonderful, generous and loving person and I wouldn’t know what I’d do without her. But I become melancholic in the extreme at this time of year and seemingly nothing I do will shake me out of it. I must be a nightmare to live with through winter.
What with the wind and rain, I’ve been indoors more this year than most and it’s got to the point where I don’t care what’s on TV or satellite channels - so long as it’s not Eastenders or some other literally “unbelievable” soap opera.
My wife and I have those “go as often as you like” cards for the local cinema. Sadly, however, the majority of films released for Christmas are for kids and the hard of thinking. We’ve just got back from seeing “Life of Pi” - which may have been a good book (though I haven’t read it) but it was a sodding awful film. I read “The Hobbit” as a child. We went to see the film a couple of days ago and the only reason I didn’t walk out was because my wife seemed engrossed and my arse was so numb after two and a half hours of inertia that I thought I might as well save the effort of movement another half hour until the film ended. Apparently, there’s another two films scheduled to complete the story……
Frankly, in my opinion, Christmas really isn’t worth it. As an atheist, it is of no meaning or consequence to me, aside from a few days off work. Trust the Christians to usurp the pagan winter solstice and install their main festivities at the coldest, darkest and wettest time of year - unless you’re in the southern hemisphere, of course, in which case, I hope your barbecue went well.
Next year we will be somewhere a long way away from all such nonsense and return only once the bunting has been removed from sight.
Anyway, sorry for the rant to anyone bothered enough to read this but I just have to get it off my chest or go screaming mad.
