Life Observed

"The Golden Hours are slipping away" Thus spake my ONC Electrical Engineering lecturer in the last weeks before the summer exams, way back in 1970. Thanks mate. No pressure then.... So, the final day of 2011 is slipping away. Your last chance to make your mark on the year. Dusk: Not so much a golden hour, more like a golden fifteen minutes. Once it's gone, it's gone So, to get your excellent dusk image (or your amazing sunrise shot ) you need to think, plan and act fast...

I wonder what this picture says to you? A Garden of Remembrance somewhere. A much missed friend or partner? It all depends on the context. No, this isn't in the corner of a cemetery. It's just a small plaque at the entrance to the village car park. If people find lost items on the ground round here, they leave them where you might see it, next time you are passing. That's something to remember...

Here's a balancing act: It's an example of balancing light.  Usually we speak of balancing the photo flash power with the ambient of background light, so that the picture looks natural. However, here we have a different task. We are balancing the artificial lighting with the dusk colours in the sky.  Fortunately this is a simpler task, it doesn't involve Guide Numbers or wireless triggers, it is judged by eye and adjusted by time. Simply wait until the fading dusk matches the floodlights perfectly, then take the shot... The cresent moon is a nice bonus BTW.

Depressingly stylish, efficient and well made: The German Huf Haus. Pah! Germans! Do they do everything well? On second thoughts, don't answer that...

The road to normality beckons, Christmas is over for another year, and I am back at work tomorrow. So, here's a parting shot or two at the festivities. and... My newly acquired electronic viewfinder has transformed the Olympus Pen camera, and makes it a great deal more useable. In fact the Pen conspires with my fabulous Zuiko 50mm macro to get astonishingly sharp shots. The ZD 50 lens was never fast at autofocus, and on the Pen it is terribly slow, so the answer is to treat it as a manual focus lens and it works just fine...

Continuing my Presteigne theme today, here is the Kings Head Book Shop. This is an object lesson in trust. there's on-one there. The door is open, the lights are on. It's full of old books. It's an Honesty Shop, you see. They trust you to take your money to the shop down the road and pay them. Houghton Lodge also operated an Honesty Parking and shop policy when we last visited the place. Honesty and trust. Perhaps that's a lesson for us all this Christmas.

I wish all my readers a happy and peaceful Christmas, and offer my humble apologies for all the rubbish you have read on these pages this last year... Perhaps next year will be better.

Here is Presteigne, mid Wales. A splendid small border town stuck in the 1960s, and it is still just how country towns used to be. We've been here before and I am much impressed with the place. Here's the narrow High Street on a rainy day. Here you find Anne's Fruit and Veg shop , a mini supermarket, a Butcher, the Tourist Information shop and much more. It all on a human scale, the pace of life is slower. Free Parking for 20 minutes, no return within the hour. Many of the houses are wood and stone construction, and there's lots of little corners to investigate. Even on a rainy day it has a charm of its own. Worn out by the Christmas Shopping? Escape from the rain and have a leisurely late breakfast in The Coffee House right next to Albert Square while the world goes slowly by...

At last, the days are getting longer (at least in theory). For the first time in years, I was too busy to take a picture on the Shortest Day, so here are some from previous 21st Decembers: Click for larger version. Ooh, roll on lovely Summer.

I work in a village that is on top of a hill. As a result we tend to get weather that is different (generally worse) than the surroundings. Yesterday was a case in point: It was dull, foggy and raining most of the day, and so it was no surprise to find the outside world dark, cold, damp and foggy in the evening after work. Out in the stable yard they were busy on the last jobs of the day, and the single outside light gave the place an atmospheric look. Keeping horses is a high maintenance pastime. So, if you have a reasonable income and time on your hands*, forget Golf, get a horse. You will find your days are suddenly filled with activity. *A retired Civil Servant for example...

The Victorians have a lot to answer for, especially at Christmas. Take this picture: Many of the elements in this traditional scene, at the back of our church, is Victorian. The idea of the Christmas tree, and the little tableau below it are Victorian. The romanticised Christmas figures look suspiciously Anglo Saxon, rather than Middle Eastern. This is another Victorian feature.  In the background you can see the floor tiles and the pews they installed, items we will have great trouble removing. Even our splendid stained glass tells it's stories with a romantic Victorian slant, think Holman Hunt Anglo Saxon look. This church must have looked like some modernist experiment when all this new stuff was put in, and I suspect it was seen as a great improvement at the time. Improving your church is a difficult task these days. Removing the Victorian tiles, pews and  pipe organ is now close to impossible due to various  interested parties.

Is we walked through the Borough Market in Halifax I heard the sound of singing, not something you normally hear there. Usually there is that quiet but determined buzz of trading. We quickly found the source: Not some canned music event, but real singers (including the Mayor..) apparently serenading the vegetable stand. I regret I didn't have my wide angle lens with me, so this will have to do. Serenading vegetables, now that's the spirit of Christmas PS. Mangos, 99p if you are interested ..

A biting cold westerly wind greeted me yesterday on by short walk round the village. Westerlies are not generally cold, so there must be something odd going on up there. Here's a big sky picture aided by my new ultrawide* lens . If you place the horizon at the bottom of the frame, then the view at the top of the frame is almost directly overhead. I rather like the range of colours in this one. Even at this time of year the Sun can still show the promise of warmth for the months to come. *If this lens were any wider, there would be a danger of getting your ears in every shot :-)

You know Christmas is near when the pub menus have tinsel on them. Is this really what Christmas is about, I ask myself...

Low sun and ominous shadows transform the village green well covering into something more akin to an extra terrestrial visitor. Well, that's how it seems to this human being. Careful use of exposure can bring out powerful silhouette effects in everyday scenes.

At the top of the hill, there's the local cricket club . In the summer you can see folks watching the evening practice sessions as the Sun sinks behind the distant trees with pint in hand. (The people, that is, not the Sun) The ugly clubhouse has transformed itself into a passable pub and even features live music on occasional evenings. Come the winter and all outdoor activities cease. The drinkers move indoors to watch the crows on the pitch with pint in hand.

Have you noticed how shop mannequins are evolving? Darwin would be proud of them. They've clearly discovered they don't need eyes, or even faces any more. All that is required is the ability to stand perfectly still all week long. Yet no matter how abstract they become we still manage to regard them as human in some way.  We were out shopping . Sitting in the Old Man's chair in the ladies department at Debenhams I was aware of a blank faced presence nearby. I turned and there was this alarming figure  scrutinising me.

Aaah, the P+S camera. The Point and Shoot camera, that is. Much derided and scorned by real photographers. I keep one in the car. It's an early Olympus fixed lens item, three megapixels, from 2004. It was £120 new but you get them on ebay for ten pounds or less. However it still takes great pictures, in it's own way. So, driving to a job first thing yesterday I was much impressed by the clear blue sky and the sunrise, so I grabbed a sequence of shots out of the car window. Aperture: f2.8 to f6. Speed, about seventy miles an hour.   P+S. Pick it up. Point it and Shoot. Simples.

Out for a walk in the winter sunshine in the village. I came across this rather seemly patch of fungi next to an equally seemly thatched cottage . Using a combination of ultra wide angle lens, ungainly squatting and holding the camera in the grass, I managed to obtain this worms eye view. Of course you could also see the world this way if you fell over on the way home from the pub...

Another low sun opportunity: The tiled village church roof contrasts well with bare trees and blue sky. The pitch of the roof indicates it was probably thatched in years gone by. I doubt the Church of England has many thatched churches these days. (Thanks to metal prices the C of E has fewer and fewer leaded roofs these days... )

December, and the sun is as low as it will get. This brings new lighting opportunities, and is the only time of year that the Altar at the old village church has sun. I tried two attempts at this view, and here's the first, taken through the less than perfect Victorian glass, with the focus on the Altar I'm not certain all that out of focus lead work is a good thing, so I repeated the shot this way round. Now the focus shows the imperfections in the class, and seems to shut us out of the church. I suppose with a tripod and the right lens I could have both elements in focus, but life, as always, is a compromise..

Lomo and Holga have a lot to answer for. The low fidelity movement using these two cameras has glamourised bad optics and weird colours in the past few years. I suppose it is a backlash against the digital camera pixel race and the search for the perfect image.  While it's fun to see a blurred and distorted image from time to time, I wouldn't like my camera to produce this sort of result all the time. So - we can compromise. Here's a modern technology camera (a Pen E-PL3) making nasty pictures. Simply grab an old lens, any sort of lens,  and hold it in front of the camera body. Cup your hand to keep stray light out and fiddle about tilting and moving the lens until you see some sort of image. Well, maybe it does have some sort of arty attraction ... Click. Instant Lomo!

A new retail estate has slowly taken shape on our edge of town. You know the sort of thing: A large car park and lots of rectangular industrial units dressed up to look like shops. To start with it was under subscribed and generally poor, bit in recent years it has filled out and become quite popular. A sure sign of popularity is the arrival of a small Marks and Spencers store and joy of joys, this brought with it a small M+S restaurant. This is a wonderful thing, a place for a cup of tea and a sit down in amongst all the retail madness. So what is so special about this modern tea shop? Well. Unlike the Costa coffee place across the car park, this place is deeply uncool. No-one under 35 would dare be seen in there. As a result the service is quick, the queue is short and the list of coffees is not infinite. Just perfect for an old codger. What's betting it goes broke...

As you all know, Snaar is the Dutch word for string, and so it is only fitting that I pay tribute to this excellent if hairy product. Just think how much of the world is held together with string... As a lad on the farm I learnt that much of British agriculture is held together with six inch nails and baling twine. Nails are much more effective than screws, they are faster and can be tapped home with a basic hammer or a Stillsons if you have no hammer. Actually, I grew up believing that the Stillsons pipe wrench was in fact an adjustable spanner , and the eighteen inch Stillsons plus a two pound hammer were the approved tools for removing bolts.

I don't like this guy. He claims to be a doorstop, but I have suspicions he roams the house at night looking for trouble. In his defence, he does live in the conservatory, and he may have been driven mad by the bells...