Tuesday, March 28, 2017

And now the croisant


Artist Geof Stear  artfully brings the fresh croissant into his range at the very lovely Linda Norgrove brunch at Ravenspoint over the weekend. Congrats to Rhoda and others who got the thing together.

I have a beret like that you know - Stubbsy the artist gave it to me so I could get into the looking like an artist thing. Only, it just makes me look like Ms Wolfie

Monday, March 27, 2017

Sunday, March 26, 2017

It's ok. He's not here.


I shot him with the Holga. I can show it to you as he's not here but swanning around Ireland snapping everything that doesn't move.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Bergger Pancro 400


Yes, yes it's The Crofter. You've seen him before.

Here I caught him in a moment of dog-less happiness at home enjoying the warm weather on what was his birthday. Oh joy. His world is likely to be upset soon with the arrival of a baby into the household. Makes a change from lambs anyway.

I shot the man with my trusty OM1n using the new Bergger Pancro 400 doused afterwards in Rodinal 1:25. Nice don't you think?

Friday, March 24, 2017

Oooof


Here I was, stood by the sea contemplating - life and all that - when this pinhole camera looked at me. Briefly.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

The coows


Yes, it's the same coows as I snapped up before. I was so taken with them I shot them again. They really didn't seemed to mind  at all.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

You're wrong!

No, not another snap from The Birthday Stroll. Not a bit of it. Twas the day before. And the other direction from home. Totally the other direction as it happens. And in rain. Yes, did I tell you it can rain here?


It wasn't raining when I left home you understand. When I strolled past The Crofter's croft and everything. Hardly a cloud in the sky - apart from the ones that were there you understand. I was going out toward The Crofter's peat banks out beyond over there, where the sun was shining.

Lovely stroll in the force 7 breeze but then I noticed a blackening of the clouds a tad - out over the moor. Too bad I thought. Then the hail came, all of a sudden and everything. I hardly had a chance to scurry  under the branches of the tiny wood there. It eased as soon as it started so I started off again - until the rain came down moments later.

Bother I thought, shot a fence with a peat track in the distance and went home. Then the sun came out again !