A House. RIP.
Back in the days when The Simpsons was funny they explained the rules of softball.
There was a lot of talk of beer.
There was also beer on the sidelines and, I’m sure coincidentally, a pub right next to Gold Hill Common – the picturesque setting for the game.
Had a few comments back from folk about my shots of James May’s plasticine garden. Mostly everyone, from the James May fan club to rugby league supporters with a knowledge of cameras, was saying – why black and white Jon, why?
I get asked that a lot.
And every so often I mull it over and think – you know this could probably work in colour.
So here’s one of the garden in full colour (large here). I may even do some more later.
But I really wouldn’t hold your breath.
You do now.
One of the strands of Voicelab is Pulse – professional standard singers being given an opportunity to develop their talents.
Every so often Pulse groups emerge blinking into the sunlight from whatever darkened rooms they’ve been honing their skills and blow the socks off whatever audience is lucky enough to catch them.
There’s a short run of lunchtime concerts on now (well, four next week not right at this very second). With a bit of luck me and the splendid Sigma will be there to get some snaps.
They said it won a gold medal — but that’s not strictly true …
I’ve done neither justice with this set but I had fun taking them.
See this image large here.
Thanks to those nice folks at HMRC reimbursing me a bit of tax, I am now awaiting delivery of a much-needed fast telephoto.
This one in fact.
I am quite excited. See here for a bit of a grumble about excellent yet sometimes a bit slow glass.
I’m a bit concerned that it’s going to snap my camera in two though.