Sunday 21 April 2013
Friday 19 April 2013
A fresh perspective
Dear Sheddists,
mrs electrofried threatens to shred my credit card.
I'm afraid the combination of a generous glass of red wine and an open page on Ebay does not the best of contributions make to the familial budget. I've been splashing out on yet another second-hand Leica, a lens for my trusty CL and ... I blush in embarrassment here ... an ancient but immaculate Leica camera-bag to carry my accoutrements.
I've been sent in shame to the West Wing of the House to do penance, which I feel sure I richly deserve. But in the meantime I shall attempt some surreptitious photo downloads from the new kit - Remember a Day' is the very first fruit.
Yours shame-faced,
electrofried(mr)
mrs electrofried threatens to shred my credit card.
I'm afraid the combination of a generous glass of red wine and an open page on Ebay does not the best of contributions make to the familial budget. I've been splashing out on yet another second-hand Leica, a lens for my trusty CL and ... I blush in embarrassment here ... an ancient but immaculate Leica camera-bag to carry my accoutrements.
I've been sent in shame to the West Wing of the House to do penance, which I feel sure I richly deserve. But in the meantime I shall attempt some surreptitious photo downloads from the new kit - Remember a Day' is the very first fruit.
Yours shame-faced,
electrofried(mr)
Sunday 14 April 2013
Monday 18 March 2013
My Cameras - the Box Brownie
The first camera I ever used was a Box Brownie. It lay neglected in the dark, concealed within the fusty old sideboard in our dining-room. I remember its faux-leather casing and a huge convex viewing lens, long-scarred and dusted with a thousand memories.
As an excited seven year old it seemed ... immense!
It was loaded with film, a simple black and white emulsion, then passed to me with a greasy coated lunch-box that contained ham sandwiches, Smith's Crisps with the little twisted blue bag of salt at the bottom, an apple and a half-melted Kit-Kat. A school outing to Hadrian's Wall. Nose pressed tight to the cold bus-window as the world flashed by outside.
I took just a few shots. Random stones and hard-etched summer-day shadows. How I wish I had the prints with me now! A simple box Brownie, a start to my journey.
As an excited seven year old it seemed ... immense!
It was loaded with film, a simple black and white emulsion, then passed to me with a greasy coated lunch-box that contained ham sandwiches, Smith's Crisps with the little twisted blue bag of salt at the bottom, an apple and a half-melted Kit-Kat. A school outing to Hadrian's Wall. Nose pressed tight to the cold bus-window as the world flashed by outside.
I took just a few shots. Random stones and hard-etched summer-day shadows. How I wish I had the prints with me now! A simple box Brownie, a start to my journey.
Sunday 17 March 2013
We were lovers
And we were summer-field
exploring
the skin-deep feel
of teenage cotton.
We were.
Caressing ...
We slumber partied
and deep down
rooted.
We held hands on Grey Street
and would not be parted
And striding through the snow
and braving the cold
of wind-whipped beaches
hand-in-hand.
Thawing to the red-glow
of a twin-barred
electric-fire
falling asleep to the spiral scratch world
unfolding
before us.
We were lovers.
exploring
the skin-deep feel
of teenage cotton.
We were.
Caressing ...
We slumber partied
and deep down
rooted.
We held hands on Grey Street
and would not be parted
And striding through the snow
and braving the cold
of wind-whipped beaches
hand-in-hand.
Thawing to the red-glow
of a twin-barred
electric-fire
falling asleep to the spiral scratch world
unfolding
before us.
We were lovers.
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