Not in Kansas anymore

This little chap scuttled across my path on my way back from supper this evening. We’re a long way from the sea but we’ve had some tempestuous weather so perhaps he was sucked up into the air and deposited here. I hope it’s not too arduous for him.

A picture of grief

When I’m out with the boys, they often run to this lady to beg her for treats. She and her elderly German Shepherd bitch sit and enjoy the sunshine, dispensing biscuits to friendly local dogs. They are well-suited, the 14 year old rescue dog and her owner. They’ve both seen a lot of life, and they’re devoted to each other.

Oscar and I were waiting for wandering Raffles on Crab Hill Field this morning at the end of our walk and spied the lady trundling towards us, slowly, slowly leaning heavily on her sticks. No dog. The dog died on Monday.

“I’m so sorry. You must be devastated.”

“I am. It’s like losing a child. I feel lost.” 

My mum: a composite portrait

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I’ve been trying to improve my photography. That’s one of those things that I’d just like to absorb by subcutaneous injection, since I always seem to forget about focal length and depth of field. I’m still inept at landscapes and being in the right place at the right time but I hope to improve these skills. In the meantime, I’ve found that I can take quite good portraits with my telephoto lens but I’m still not quite sure how.

I’m also trying to get good photos of my mum while I can, but I must admit that I do have some qualms about putting these on my blog: how can she consent to anything? If nothing else, these are gently meant.


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