LL, a critique if I may

[Rob C]

In order to spend time posting them to LuLa.  

This is an interesting medical conundrum: I do the postprandial walks in order to aid my digestion but, mainly, exercise the heart as every good boy does when his cardio so orders. Now, since the cellpix happen during these hour-long exposures to the world at large, is there not a sort of negative (n.p.i) effect or value being introduced because, as direct result, I then spend hours seated in awe at the feet foot of the monitor defeating the benefits of the walk?

I don't really want to consult the consultant; he might suggest a photography consultant (they keep it in the family, you know, just like lawyers!).

Speaking of which, I know that I shall have to read that Ansel Adams book twice. The second time will be in order to copy down quotations from the man. There's a beatiful one which relates to his 'workshops' run in tandem with Minor White... I'm happy to see my opinions on such influences on students borne out and commented upon by one such guru himself. As revealing as those comments, the one where my theory about having or not having 'it' in the genes is verbalised in relationship to students and the suggestion that there are those who'd be better off doing something quite else.

I had never suspected that AA was such a frank debunker of cant.

A wonderful gift, Patricia!

Rob C

[Rob C]

Indulge a passion, get out more, stave off depression, scratch the creative itch, enjoy, meet people, occupy the mind, give meaning to life, quit forum addiction…

Any one would be worth the effort, who knows where a combination might lead.

Let me tell you where: depression, too many temporary people, false meaning to life; just as you mentioned, but backwards, if you see what I mean.

Passion is okay for kids; with old smokies it's a bit pointless. Just like sex on beta-blockers: best forgotten before it drives you suicidal or insane, or both. Hell, might as well take up photography instead!

But look, Montalbano is scheduled to be back on the Beeb, so I can always indulge my little dreams of seaside Italy. Actually, I don't really have any such dreams, I've already got seaside and it doesn't come without its costs: I suspect that its benign influence is what killed off olde Rusty... but I still like the programme very much. It has charm. Also, his bird is something else!

Anyway, my white blind background is supposed to be available tomorrow, so I can at last boast a natural light, semi-open/covered studio. Or I will if it materialises. Perhaps models will still remain phantom, but I suppose I could always shoot a few dead flowers. Or half-dead musicians... That might be an idea for a self-portrait. Gotta buy a D800 to do myself justice! ;-)

Rob C

[32BT]

Passion is okay for kids; with old smokies it's a bit pointless. Just like sex on beta-blockers: best forgotten before it drives you suicidal or insane, or both.

It's actually very useful: when people are young they tell you that life is pointless without sex, then when they are old they actually get to make the choice: take the Beta blocker if you want to life a little longer, however dull, or take Viagra for a bit more excitement. Interestingly, most choose to live a little longer, but alas, at what expense...

[32BT]

That might be an idea for a self-portrait. Gotta buy a D800 to do myself justice! ;-)

Ah, yes, the ultimate sharp image of a fuzzy subject...