Bright winter sunlight. A chill in the air. A photography project to work on. What’s not to like? Actually a great deal. It was bloody hard work to get some half decent photographs.
But I guess that is half the fun.
Bright winter sunlight. A chill in the air. A photography project to work on. What’s not to like? Actually a great deal. It was bloody hard work to get some half decent photographs.
But I guess that is half the fun.
Not too long ago this was what greeted the visitor to the Trent valley. Every few miles there was another monster machine generating MW of electricity. No more.
So it is the 1st of December as I write this. The weather has been appalling. Damp, cold and wet. Welcome to the first day of Winter. Of course this is a British winter so when I say cold that is somewhere between 5 to 8 degrees C. Not that cold I know. My blog my rules!
It wasn’t always that way. Over the past 20 years we’ve had snow and frost. However, that was sometime ago. More recently it has just been cold and damp.
Only 90 days to go to spring.
What was so special about the 23rd November? I am sure there were many births, marriages and deaths on that particular day. Perhaps people were distracted by other things happening? Whatever the reason I didn’t get any visits to this tiny crevice of the internet. Anyone who has come here before will know that I don’t do this for the holy trinity of the online world: Hits, Likes and Subscribe. But nowadays I rarely see no visits. We all live in an interesting world.
Yesterday was a good day. We took the long road to Uppingham through SE Leicestershire. The purpose of the trip was to visit the Goldmark Gallery. Each time I visit the gallery I am transported to the commercial art world of the West End of London. The notional reason for this visit was to view the new Picasso exhibition. It was all very good (its Picasso so no surprise there). But this isn’t the charm place. No that is walking around the rabbit warren of nooks and crannies to see what is being exhibited where. One of my favourites was the toilet. Whilst you are using the facilities you can take in a series of prints by Toulouse Lautrec. On top of this the staff are always friendly and helpful. Just wish I had the spare cash to but some of the exceptional work. Are well it is a big payout on the Euro Lottery tonight. We can all dream.

Anyway, if you are in the area it is always a good place to visit and enjoy.
Every now and then I start to realise that I am not as young as I was. This is usually associated with my chronic medical condition making an appearance.
Over the years I have been prodded and probed by any number of medical professionals. The result of this is that I have developed coping strategies when things do flair up. This mostly involves taking things easy for a few days until I start to recover. One positive affect is that I have time to remaster images I captured years ago. I have the latest versions of Photoshop and Lightroom along with x number of year’s experience of using said software. What can I produce?
New images of Whitby, Southall Minster and the Moira Blast Furnace is the answer. It is always an interesting experiment to remaster earlier images. It also passes the time of day.
A double bonus I guess?
Well Claudia has blown through. Plenty of wind and driving rain (I guess you can’t have one without the other). We’ve had the first flood of the season. Suddenly the drought conditions of the summer seems a very long time ago. So will it snow in the next few days. Probably not but given our crazy weather nowadays you just can’t be certain.
‘Fast flowing or deep floodwater is likely, causing danger to life‘
Thank you Storm Claudia. Seems that autumn has decided to impress the awesome majesty on we mortals up here in very damp England. Just for good measure there is just the chance of snow by the middle of next week. It is unlikely to reach down to we valley dwellers but maybe on top of the hills and mountains.
Good job we visited Nottingham yesterday.
Many years ago I remember going on a course where I was told with certainty that the Soviets would drop the bomb within the next two to three years. So much for certainty.
I hope no one who might come across this post will ever experience such a horror. But nearly 50 years on I imagine that this might be what it would look like.
Not at all sure what made me think about this.