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Friday, 11 March 2016

Amsterdam




A week ago I flew off to a city I had last visited around 15 years ago, and was delighted to be making a return visit. This was to be a pure indulgence visit - not shooting for work but shooting for pleasure, and it was also be an opportunity to meet a lovely Dutch friend of similar situation who is also an enthusiastic photographer with a keen eye.

Leaving the sunshine behind in the UK, I landed into some wintry weather, giving rise to some shots I had not expected to see during my visit.



However, by the next morning, the sun had caught up with us and we spent a fascinating day people-watching in Dam Square and the environs of the De 9 Straatjes.

Here's Looking at You. 1

Here's Looking at You. 2

Here's Looking at You. 3

The Kiss. 1

It was impossible not to find shops with traditional Dutch souvenirs, including the typical blue and white Delft ware which came in all shapes and sizes. Appropriate too that this kissing couple was mirrored for real on the Kees De Jongenbrug - Kees De Jongen (Kees the Boy) being a famous Dutch novel about a boy and his first love, Rosa. However unlike the pottery couple who keep their hands to themselves, this modern day Rosa needed to hang on! (Someone give her a couple of Yellow Pages too!)

The Kiss. 2

The Kiss. 3

Now, for a couple of Dutch cliches...

Bike on the bridge

Bike in the window

In the saddle


Then there were the selfies - loads of them.
Not any of me I might add, I'm rubbish at them.
But everyone else busying themselves with their selfies, oblivious to what was going on around them.

...iiiits selfie tiiime!!! 1

...iiiits selfie tiiime!!! 2

...iiiits selfie tiiime!!! 3

In fact, I got so engrossed with people taking selfies I'm going to dedicate another blog just to the phenomenon.


It also turned out to be a weekend of
Planes...

Schiphol...check-in


Trains...



Amsterdam Centraal...checking out

...and Automobiles.

Fiat 500...checking up


And why not finish off with some tulips from Amsterdam!






Sunday, 11 August 2013

Day 11 - August Challenge

Challenge - "What about highlighting the sad demise of our wildlife through roadkill?
                     Any Sunday and has to be in colour."

Suggested by - Beefy via blog



When this challenge popped up in my message box I could quite easily have deleted it because "it might not be appropriate" Appropriate for who? Well, I am aware that today's challenge could quite possibly upset some viewers, and for that I do apologise but for me, it was another challenge that was set, and was happy to take it on. After all, when being commissioned to do a shoot, I can't afford to be choosy (within reason of course), just because I don't fancy it. It is all work, and should do my best to fulfil the brief.

I have seen some spectacular roadkill over the years, and whilst it is always sad to see, I have a certain curiosity for the more unusual victims. I have had to, as himself was always keen to educate our offspring by whatever means, and if it meant roadkill was the subject, then so be it. Roadkill is a sad fact of life but one that ultimately adds to the whole circle of life too.

My search this morning took in town roads, back lanes and main roads, and the usual flurry of pale grey feathers put in appearances on a few occasions. (Why do pigeons sit in the road with that "Me? Move?" look!) It is the wrong time of the year for pheasants - another candidate for the 'hit-me brigade' - but I was looking for something a little more interesting. Something that had that poignant, 'oh, that is one more gone', sadness.

Rabbits were the most numerous, and I stopped by a couple to record the victim, as if I was a SOCO. It amazes me that drivers still blindly seem to drive over these poor things, even when they have ended up off the main wheel line- as I discovered when observing from a verge. One motorist created glorious 'sound and smelly-vision' right in front of me!

However, not quite what I was after, and I had had news of the demise of a hedgehog near to home. Always sad, knowing how much they are struggling at present. Unfortunately, by the time I arrived, it was a bit too much of a 'squidgehog' and the resulting images would have fulfilled the 'sensational' pages rather than the 'sensitive' pages of any publication. Then, on one last drive along a local main road, I was given the come-on by a mass of black fingers - the most interesting sighting all morning. I did a quick turn around and returned to the spot and before any more damage might be done by switched-off drivers. It wasn't long before a car sped by and, under the gaze of two pairs of sinister cats-eyes, the down-draught from the vehicle made the wings of the deceased corvid rise up in an eerie wave.

Whilst the brief was for a colour image, by strange result, it has become mournfully mono-chromatic, apart from a slight touch of red on both the car and the corvid. So, Beefy, I hope you will forgive me if the image isn't as colourful as you had hoped. After all, I have my readers to consider!
(Speak to me later, I might just reveal the censored pictures)


The grab shot







My thanks to:
Beefy for the suggestion



Tomorrow, Day 12

"Zwartbles sheep"





Saturday, 30 July 2011

What's Up Pussycat?

What's up here?

How it was back in January

They've all come to see 'Pussycat' man
Tom Jones



When it comes to spotting what's up, mutt is the first to notice. Almost every day we go on our usual walk in the park with only barely noticeable gradual changes taking place to the surroundings throughout the season. Sometimes though, something more remarkable such as a tree branch will be down or a plastic bag might be blowing about and mutt will stop and stare with an indignant 'hwuff' as if to say, that should not be there! However, once it has been given the all-clear by yours truly, she is happy to go along her merry way.

With the summer series of picnic concerts in the park drawing to an end this weekend, there was a capacity crowd tonight for Tom 'The Voice' Jones. As we took our evening walk through the meadow normally just dotted with dog walkers, it was clear that mutt knew something was up. Her usual stop and stare began and as I had already anticipated the meadow becoming a temporary carpark for this event, I was able to reassure her before the 'hwuff' happened and ecourage her to 'Go find the balls' instead.

In comparing the two pictures above, is it any wonder that poor mutt was so displeased with this undesirable transformation to her park, unless, heaven forbid, her desire to be 'what's up' actually were to involve a pussycat!

Oh, and if I wasn't mistaken, as I walked past the show, Im sure I saw some people waving a washing line full of enormous white knickers. No doubt being at the back of the crowd, these women wouldn't get the opportunity to throw them.

Mr Jones would have been relieved, I'm sure.

Sunday, 27 February 2011