There it is. Hardly earth shattering but gently pleasing in a bucolic, rural sort of a way - a misty vista and a group of three.
And then there's this, photographing a platelayer's hut in a reed bed by a railway line in Norfolk. Obviously something else I felt was a better use of my time than sitting in a waterside hostelry with a foaming glass of Adnam's best and some sausage and mash in a rich onion gravy.
I really must get these aberrations looked at.
(Second blog this month - whoa)
3 comments:
Sparkly says "Ah, bless."
I say them's two very fine monos, Dave mate. I'd like to see that hut again, done in infra-red, merely by way of comparison.
I am now left wondering if a trackside platelayer could eventually graduate to the rank of Dining Car Steward.
I will not, out of simple consideration for a dear friend, tell you what I ate for breakfast this morning. It simply would not be fair.
Making black and white images won't earn you the headache a few pints might - but to pass up bangers and mash in rich onion gravy seems a sin. Can't you get that as take out?
I've never tried, Pauline. Do you think the sauce would seep out through the bag?
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