Without Prejudice 2

[GrahamBy]

Sometimes you happen to have the camera pointed in the right direction.

[GrahamBy]

And something with colour

[Eric Myrvaagnes]

Sometimes you happen to have the camera pointed in the right direction.

... with just the right shutter speed.
Nice.

[Eric Myrvaagnes]

And something with colour

, nicely placed, and just enough colours.

[Rob C]

Sometimes you happen to have the camera pointed in the right direction.

You're gonna break stamper's heart! This is only supposed to happen in Glasgow or NY.

Have you shot any future prime ministers in Lyons yet? Is that, in fact, one such?

Rob

[Rob C]

And something with colour

It's usually inside a backpack - but a long lens is still a good idea. Can't be too careful these days.

;-)

Rob

P.S.

You're making me feel guilty. I haven't felt the power to take the camera for a walk in quite a long time. I don't like these times of spiritual drought; it makes me wonder if Mr Mojo has gone away - or even if I've just lost interest.

I cetainly hope not; not much else to do with my time other than eff about in the kitchen or - as recently - try to rescue a hedge that the paid gardeners have neglected and is now dying a slow death from being strangled by weeds that they never remove. That's the problem with refusing to remain as community president for yet another few years: new brooms begin to hire UK people who, of course, are often here to milk those other UK folks who refuse to learn foreign languages... As a result, and in keeping with John Ruskin's credo: "There is hardly anything in the world that someone cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and the people who consider price alone are that person's lawful prey."

I hate being anybody's prey... But, when I seem to lack the motivation to hunt pictures, responsibility for looking after a community is out, too.

Maybe it's just the winter effect that's getting to me.

[GrahamBy]

try to rescue a hedge that the paid gardeners have neglected and is now dying a slow death from being strangled by weeds that they never remove.

Delicate issue. My neighbours have sent me a registered letter demanding that I cut the 8 trees planted along our boundary by the previous owner to the legal limit of 2 metres. They are currently over 6m... Apparently they want me to be able to see into their bedroom again.

[Rob C]

Delicate issue. My neighbours have sent me a registered letter demanding that I cut the 8 trees planted along our boundary by the previous owner to the legal limit of 2 metres. They are currently over 6m... Apparently they want me to be able to see into their bedroom again.

Well, perhaps they think they have invented something new they'd like to let you see... However that conceit's usually the preserve of teenagers, but the latter wouldn't send registered letters - they'd tweet or text or do something more "modern".

;-)

Rob

[GrahamBy]

Future prime ministers are usually too busy learning the ropes of sucking and blowing at the right times to hang about in Lyon, and they rarely seem to go anywhere on foot. The previous justice minister was a counter-example: she rode her bicycle to work. Maybe being a black woman put her sufficiently outside the desperate chase after prestige that she truly didn't care. She also had the decency to declare that a state of emergency lasting over 6 months (now heading for 15) was  a scandal, then to resign in protest. And really resign, not just skulk off to round up the numbers to attempt a coup as per the Westminster Tradition.

But she wasn't from Lyon.

Here is a B&W version of not-quite the colour one above. I can't bring myself to clearly prefer one over the other.

[Rob C]

I think you need the bomber suspect in the shot.

Rob

[GrahamBy]

Well with the Ikea-bomber, it has to be colour to contrast the orange and the blue. In any case, the B&W works better with the woman-in-orange isolated. In my auto-authoritarian opinion, anyway.

Have some bread then...

[GrahamBy]

A friend came for a portrait session... and there was a technical disaster: the flash didn't fire, or fired late, or half-fired. Lots of black frames on the card despite changing batteries in the receiver, swapping the transmitter, swapping the entire flash head...

It eventually turned out that both transmitters had low but not dead batteries. Anyway, of the few frames where there was some light, the results were not too bad:

[Rob C]

Ah, remote triggers!

I bought a pair of Pockets (sans pantalon) about a year ago when I did my two-part shoot with a local girl I thought might turn out interesting. They were purchased just at the time I imagined I'd want to do a third session, of which the second disabused me when it became obvious that she hadn't understood what it was about: pleasing the photographer, not the model. This had been clearly pointed out before the first session, and I thought understood. So, I didn't arrange a third session. Funny how quickly some ladies like to assume command.

However, the Wizards performed very nicely when tested at home - even from a hidden location (well, from another room with open doors) and I have no doubt that they would do as well on location somewhere. With luck, before I get too old to try again, I shall have the opportunity. One more reason to hope this apartment sells soon!

;-)

Rob

[graeme]

Apparently they want me to be able to see into their bedroom again.

Will you be posting photos?

[GrahamBy]

Will you be posting photos?

 

I might offer them for exclusive sale first...

[Rob C]

I might offer them for exclusive sale first...

That might be construed as mail in black! I'd get a formal, written invitation to snap first - were I viewing life from within in your apartment.

;-)

Rob

[GrahamBy]

Which reminds me... last week I went to an event that involved tasting things while blind-folded and trying to identify foods by the noises they made. Interesting stuff. The surprise was being asked to sign a model release!

Moreover I'd met the facilitator while photographing her in a very near to naked state, exceptng a coat of black paint, and I had to find a quick alternate story when her mum asked how we'd met...

[Rob C]

Which reminds me... last week I went to an event that involved tasting things while blind-folded and trying to identify foods by the noises they made. Interesting stuff. The surprise was being asked to sign a model release!

Moreover I'd met the facilitator while photographing her in a very near to naked state, exceptng a coat of black paint, and I had to find a quick alternate story when her mum asked how we'd met...

Graham, are you slipping slowly into an alternative society?

Instead of signing a model release (you didn't did you?), you should have lodged copyright on whatever you made the vegetables say. I remember that during the era of the Playboy Philosophy all sorts of interesting vegetarian options were suggested in the publication as being fun, but totally opposed by the NLOD - or was that the CLOD? - in fact, in some states, you could have been sent to prison. I wonder if those were swing states?

Strange and dangerous land, best observed through a magazine.

Rob C

[GrahamBy]

In statistical jargon, the Alternate is opposed to the Null... and the conventional society is becoming ever less friendly, so the occasional sojourn in an alternative reality is attractive. But no incantations were spoken over the vegetables and they were taken only orally. Some extreme-right local councils have tried to make consumption of pork compulsory in school canteens, but we're not there yet. As for the other side of the Atlantic... I wouldn't want to give them ideas.

[GrahamBy]

Another view from the traboule