Saturday, April 28, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Apart from my wife and I everyone else was gazing expressionlessly at i-phones, i-pads or for those lesser mortals android look-a-likes. They were examining these icons as though seeking inner peace or solace. Nobody was talking into their phones, just occasionally swiping the screens with a languid thumb. Then it struck me how incredibly lonely they all looked. Behind me a young American was gazing at his Facebook page. Perhaps hoping that his ‘friends’ may top six figures while he watched? For someone from a different generation it struck me how little ‘fun’ communication is today. To my left a couple finished their coffees and got up and left. The fact that they left together was my first indication they were a couple. Prior to that they had sat several feet apart, gazing somberly at their phones hoping perhaps that this way they may acquire more new friends. There was no physical or even verbal contact. No holding hands, let alone experiencing the indefinable joy of touching knees under the table. No eye contact! It all seemed desperately sad. But what do I know? I’m not only a cynic and iconoclast, but someone from another generation. In fact I might as well be from outer space.
A dig in the ribs from my wife and my rest was over and my concrete pounding penance was set to begin all over again. Perhaps I have sinned more than most?
(If readers think me to be overly cynical, I was delighted to be afforded the privilege to photograph freely in Hong Kong. The last time I attempted to take a photograph in a ‘shopping mall’ in the UK I was pounced on by four burly men with walkie talkies who told me I was committing an illegal act and the next time I did it I would be arrested and my camera confiscated.)
Monday, April 23, 2012
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Sunday, April 22, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
It was a long walk....
Giant Oak is still there
Ahhhh pretty Primroses, same time and wood
Sherry and I - you can see the Bluebells just starting here
Wood Anemone - bit blurry need to practice close shots
Sherry in the wood - no Bluebells
Bye Sherry see you soon :)
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Sherry has now gone and so I have been looking through the photos of when my mother was in India... this photo is the clearest and shows them on the train going from Quetta to Karachi to catch the boat SS Karanga to the UK - refugees after the Quetta Earthquake hit in 31st May 1935 at 3am (30,000 killed) - the British Army came into their own organising the evacuation according to reports I have read. The soldier in the photograph is my grandfather (Royal Artillary), the girl in the window to the right is my mother (5 years old) with her brother, the children to the left of that window are her brothers... my grandmother is there but very faint.
I am now going to scan all the photos into the computer, I may be sometime!!
Friday, April 13, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
After the rain came - Lulworth Cove
Before the rain came - Durdle Door
Sorry Jim this is taken with my old camera which I still have not got to grips with the settings as I see it is still poor quality....note to self, never let 15month grandson play with camera :((
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Christchurch New Zealand looks like any other city in the world - well maybe it’s more British than anywhere you would see outside the UK, that is until you turn a corner and see the rubble and cordoned off buildings from the earthquake that devastated this cheerful, up-beat little city. Having said that they are a resilient people who refuse to remain down for long. Under such circumstances help comes from unexpected quarters. One such source is the humble and ubiquitous shipping container. Filled with sand it can be stacked four or five high to stop cliffs toppling onto roads, or with bales of hay used to buttress up leaning churches. It is also the mainstay of the new shopping centre, where containers have been stacked and adapted to make clothing stores, banks and coffee shops so that business can go on as normal. Even the Mercedes Dealer uses a container!