Lying on the grass at the top of our garden on Quickley Lane, the apple tree to my right, the silver birches behind me, the latter not yet condemned to death by the wasps' nest in their base. In the house, the rest of my family - mum, dad, brother, sister. Overhead, blue sky turning evening. Its the school holidays - near the beginning, not the end, so peace, and exciting, stomach-tingling thoughts of play. I turn and look at the grass up close: a ladybird; arcing blades of green; the world beneath my feet. I turn back to the sky - swallows flit about above: it is warm, it is quiet, it is infinite.
I'm called in for bed.
27 August 2015
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22 August 2015
Selfie: 1/2.5 sec; 200 ISO; flash at 1/5th power, rear curtain sync; f5.6. Converted to b&w in Photoshop CC*
*More information than you needed? Apologies. This post is actually for me, to help me remember what I'm doing next time I want to drag the flash.
Apparently it is Henri Cartier Bresson's birthday today, or would have been, had he been alive. In his honour, the day has been designated World Street Photography Day. I didn't know that when I went out with my camera earlier but, now I do, these are my contribution. Yeah, no people - I know. Next time maybe.
17 August 2015
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