Journal

Forgot Mr Mole

I introduced you to two photographers yesterday that I had met in a dark place on the other side of the internet inbetween a site advertising boot sales and a country recipe for cabbage soup and it was very remiss of me to forget the third one so without further ado or any ido, edo, odo or udo please meet Mr Steeeeeeeeeephen Mole – CLICK

The lovely Amanda and Norfolk Bill

Just to introduce you to some new friends of mine that I met on another site – both of them very good photographers and all round good eggs besides….

Firstly AJ – click Here to say hello

Then here’s Bill – Norfolkimages

Some great stuff in their portfolios so please have a browse and say hello from me

Grandad - gee whizz

This morning at 3am my daughter gave birth to a strapping, 8 lb 3 oz baby boy – Rhys David – both doing well.
I’ll post a photo as soon as I can concentrate long enough to do one!

Take care my friends
Meach xxxxx

Shod with a pod

My son bought me a Gorrilapod for Christmas so I lashed some cash on a ball-head to go with it – can’t fault it; it holds my lump of a camera with a big lens on but still fits in the glove box of the car.
Well worth the cash

Comments I didn't make

When I logged on this evening and looked to see if there were any comments on my work I had a reply to a comment I hadn’t even made on a piece of work I had never seen before in my life by an artist called pmistric.

How did that happen?

Extra, extra, read all about it..........

My thanks to the kind customer who purchased a poster of Champagne yesterday.

It was my first sale on here for over a year so I’m very pleased – my faith in RB restored a little by this and the reappearance of Helen Bascom.

Take care everyone
Meach xxxxxxxxx

Lens

For sale: Tamron AF 28-300mm f/3.5 – 6.3 XR Di Lens – Sony/Minolta AF Fit Complete with circular polariser and UV filter. In the region of £350 in the shops. Reasonable offers from UK residents considered.

Dreaming of the sea

Seeing Gilberte’s picture Dreaming of the sea reminded me of a poem I wrote at school when I was about 13/14 years.

We were asked to write a poem with that exact title.

Dreaming of the sea.

I’m dreaming of the sea,
My clothes are gone,
I feel the wind,
The salty smell
Of waves
Scratchy sand
Blowing
Up the crack
Of my sandwiches

I got sent to explain it to the headmaster – three slaps with the dap later I was allowed to go home.

(daps were a sort of black rubber shoe that we used to wear for Phys Ed before trainers were invented)