Bad circulation makes my winter fingers a bit uncomfortable - well, more than a soupçon cold and unresponsive - much as my toes at night. That means that I'm often to be found wearing gloves when mere mortals continue life as if nothing were amiss. An example of this was lunchtime, Friday: in my pockets I hid a pair of those gloves without fingertips so that I could wield the knife and fork, and for the street I had the full-duty alternative. I'm serious here: bad circ. can make simple tools, as mentioned, feel dangerously out of control, and as bad, physically painful. Clearly, fighting a camera is not one of those things called a priority.
I give you this amazing information not gratuitously, but because I want to explain, if only to myself, why I may be running short of fresh imagery these past few days. Forewarned is supposedly forearmed (again, not physically as in bones,) and so that's why I'm rolling out my little red carpet to Memory Lane.
A print of a shot made in the days when one could access the field in front of my place. It was a Nikkor 4.5/300 IFED wot shot the tree, which is actually quite crisp, an amazing feat as the focussing ring was far too slack, and even the act of letting it go was enough to shift focus... It was printed on a very cheap Epson office letter printer, and I was never able to match the colours when I eventually got my eventually deceased HP B9180; oddly, it still hasn't
faded, in that I can still see it perfectly well, but it might have changed colour a few times. I didn't need gloves when I shot the thing as picture-on-wall. Obviously, it wasn't winter.
;-)