Hi guys,
Yes, the chemistry is a problem, especially for me here on my personal St Helena: can't get anything locally, and since I come from a professional background where there was always stock to hand, or I wanted to know what the hell I had been doing all day, I just can't get my head around the totally non-professional way I'd have to work now. It's like my wife used to say about cooking: with the kitchen in a mess, I won't even start.
But, worse than all of that, is the washing-water problem, which is really two-fold: it's scarce and expensive; it's full of salts that I failed to keep out the few times I did try to process here years back... a non-starter, really. Should I manage to sell the apartment at some stage, then a return to Britain will see a new old 'blad 500 Series, of that I'm pretty sure. Having said which, that would mean a fortune on a dedicated scanner or, alternatively, copies via the lightbox and the Micro Nikkor, which sort of defeats the point, and on and so bloody on. I suppose the wheel goes round and round and eventually stops, the arrow pointing at a digital camera much as I already have.
Funny thing, lunchtime cooking tv: the show that's on at the restaurant each day features a cookie called Mariló Montero, her husband (I guess), another guy who seems to be devoid of rôle and a second girl who looks like a sister to the first.
Most of the time the show is devoid of any titillation whatsoever - not even the taste buds get tempted – but today, for some reason, Mariló was wearing a delightfully cut outfit that promised much in the close-up shots. I believe the director thought the same thing. In the end, we were both frustrated: the overhead camera shots of plates bearing fish-shaped pastry, with the lady bending generously above them, were absolutely ruined by the intrusion of the top of her head into the frame. Bet he didn’t think of that! Maybe we both need to get out more, or do our eating elsewhere where they show Wheel of Fortune shows instead. Those also entail lots of bending down over the wheel. But the contestants don’t inspire one to look beyond one’s plate. Which becomes a circular predicament, in the end, which is partly why I eat at home most weekends. Then, I just watch Aljazeera, or F1 if it’s on.
;-(
Rob C