Springing Into Life

On Tuesday I decided it was about time I blew away my winter cobwebs and headed out of Rugby for a bit of culture at the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. I enjoy looking at the odd painting but most of the collection there failed to inspire me. Just not my cup of tea I’m afraid. The Staffordshire Hoard, housed at the museum, is a different kettle of fish though. With the tools available around 1400 years ago how the hell did they make some of that stuff. When I got home I was knackered. I checked my iPhone and found I had walked over 7 miles! My next trip out will involve less walking and more looking at the scenery from a train methinks.


Antiques And Curios

I seem to be spending an awful lot of time looking at ancient used light meters on eBay. I’ve got it in my head that all of my outdoor exposure problems will disappear if I go back to using incident light readings just like in the good old days. Indoors with flash I have always used a light meter and never, well almost never, had a problem so I’m hoping I can pick up a usable meter for around the £25 mark and put an end to my misery. Dream on Big Ears.



Eyes For Gertrude. 2015.

The comments about early music festivals reminded me of this. It’s not a figment of the imagination, it really did happen in Rugby, but do you know anyone who actually went? The venue was within walking distance of where I was living but I didn’t go. Yet more regrets. http://www.ukrockfestivals.com/rugby.html

Jethro Tull. Aqualung. 1971. Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent. Likely to get you arrested and put on the register nowadays.