Spring, unsprung


You wouldn’t believe this was taken in London, ever, or that it was taken at what the meteorological calendar considers to be the start of Spring.  Still, here’s a view from one of the stairwells of Great Ormond Street Hospital – so proof that yes we do get snow sometimes, and that yes I do take the stairs instead of the lift!  It also happens to be the first time I’ve posted an image to this blog made with my ‘phone (OnePlus 3T) – I really don’t like using mobiles as cameras but with a bit of help from Snapseed, this one came out quite nicely.  I still don’t want to admit it though – I take comfort from using something more like a camera even if on the inside it’s probably mostly a computer (more like a ‘phone).



Is reality all it’s cracked up to be?


Most of the time, I tend to be very conservative with what I do with photographs on the computer – I’m not a great fan of spending hours tweaking every pixel and mostly don’t like images which look as if they’ve obviously been ‘processed’.  So, no HDR for me and I don’t love those super saturated and samurai-sharp landscape images either.  Every now and again, though, I find my resulting untweaked images a little unfinished – or to be a bit more blunt, boring.


I finally looked through some images from a quick trip to Norfolk in the Summer over the past weekend, and somehow the standard adjustments in Lightroom just weren’t cutting it for me.  Maybe it’s the fact that this area of the country is a landscape painter’s dream (Constable being perhaps the most famous of the East Anglian artists) but on this occasion I decided to fiddle rather more than usual.


These photographs were all taken in and around Brancaster (not so far from the Sandringham Estate) and processed using Scott Davenport’s Landscape Pack as part of OnOne 2017 as a starting point – in essence adding some clarity, vignetting, saturation and various textures.  It was a good deal of fun and I think has made some of the more interesting images that I’ve taken recently.

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One final image from Brancaster – this wooden bridge was just begging to be given some monochrome treatment; I’m sure I’m not the first person, or the last person, to do it – but here’s my attempt.  Oddly, sometimes I think black and white can make things look more real.  Hmmmm:


Thanks for looking if you’ve stayed the course to the bottom of this post!  It’s been a while, but I’m still here!


London – keeping on


After the senseless events earlier this week, it seems like time to post a few more images of my adopted home-city.

I’ve lived in London for nearly 30 years now and don’t think there’s a single photograph here that could have been taken in the 1980s because the city is constantly evolving. Indeed, from the first photo above, the majority is new over that time period (aside from Tower Bridge and the HMS Belfast).  To the right of the Belfast is the relatively recent Greater London Assembly (the circular building), in the distance behind the bridge is the sprawl around Canary Wharf – considered to be an expensive white elephant that would never attract tenants when it was initially built – and framing the photo is a recent spiral staircase heading down to The Thames Path, which I don’t think was really ‘a thing’ when I first moved here.


Definitely not ‘a thing’ when I arrived was The Shard, which now dominates what was the largest building in the London Bridge vicinity until a few years ago – the Guy’s Hospital tower to the right.  I don’t often have reason to wander around the north bank of the river but this time I saw some stairs down to the riverbank and found a view which I think I could make more of in future if I had the right skies (more interesting) and right kit (tripod).


Also new in recent years is the ‘walkie talkie’ skyscraper at 20 Fenchurch Street.  Very controversial (a long word for ‘ugly’), it is wider at the top than the bottom, in order to fit in more people for the same ground rent, and is a building which frankly looks better when you’re right up close – because then you can’t really see it all.  I’d hoped to get to the free sky gardens at the top of the building, but they were full and apparently you need to book weeks in advance to be sure of getting up there.


Even the views of St Paul’s have changed over the years – here it’s poking out from the staircase and suspension wires of the Millennium (aka ‘wobbly’) Bridge.

It strikes me that all of the newer structures in the photographs above were planned and built in a period of mostly relative peace in the city – when I first moved here, bomb threats from the IRA were part of the routine so the juxtaposition of Martin McGuinness’ death with this week’s events in Westminster is another reminder that so much has moved on, and yet so much is depressingly unchanged.

London-10Talking of things that have moved on, another major development in London over the past 20 years has been the opening of the Tate Modern – the sheer scale of which is astonishing, especially the main Turbine Hall (part of which pictured above).  It was reassuring to see that, just two days after the Westminster attack, the museum was busy as ever, and nearby south bank teeming with people.  The new viewing platform on the recently-opened Switch House extension is very popular too:


This was a repeat visit to the platform for me – I’d been a couple of weeks ago when it was grey and windy, and wanted to come back on a nice bright day.  Same camera for both trips (X100S) but the images from the cloudy day (with a bit of help on the computer) were much more interesting, especially when converted to black and white.  The views from here are well worth the astonishingly annoying – stop-at-every-floor – lift ride and I plan to come back – but next time I think I’ll aim for twilight; I bet the views would be great with a deep blue sky and city lights shining.

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So, the city – to borrow a phrase from Alan Bennett – seems to be rather good at keeping on keeping on.  And after the events this week, that’s something worth celebrating.


Sevilla remembered….

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I mentioned in my recent post of photographs from Seville that trying one of the oranges had been rather a mistake, but I was hoping to reacquaint myself with them at a future breakfast-time.  Mission accomplished.

A couple of weeks after we returned (and saw the oranges being harvested on our way to the airport), I saw a box of organic Seville oranges in the supermarket.  That was only the start of a mini shopping-spree and, several Kilner jars and muslin bags later (plus half a ton of sugar), I was ready to feel comfortable with my age and make my first ever batch of marmalade.

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Quite an involved process it is too.  First of all, everything has to be properly sterilised, after which you can get down to serious marmalade-business.  So, a first for this blog: a recipe!

To make 6 jars of marmalade:

Add 2 litres of cold water to a large saucepan.

Wash 1 kilo of Seville oranges, then half and juice.  Retain all the pips, pith and pulp – cleaning all of this out of the peels – and place in a muslin bag (make sure this is securely tied).

Shred all of the orange peels to the desired thickness.  Discard the lemon peel unless you are a serious masochist – those oranges are sour enough already.

Add the orange juice and peel, plus the juice of one lemon and the muslin bag full of gungely-goodness to the cold water.  Bring to the boil and simmer away until the volume has halved (approx 2 hours).  Remove the muslin and squeeze as much of the pulp as you can into the remaining liquid, then discard the bag.

Place a small saucer or plate into your freezer (yes, really).

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Add two kilos of preserving (or granulated) sugar and bring back to the boil.  Keep boiling until it reaches 104.5 degrees, then simmer away for approx 15-20 minutes.  Take a small dollop of marmalade from the pan and place on to the cold plate from the freezer – if a skin forms after a few seconds, it’s done; if not, wait a few minutes and try again.

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Leave things to cool down a little for 20 minutes or so.  Then take your sterilised jars (I left mine in the dishwasher until ready to use) and fill, leaving approx 1cm from the rim.  It’s worth placing the jars in something like a roasting tin when you do this – however careful you are, there will be some minor spillages.

Seal tightly, lick the spoon and pan, and admire your handiwork!

It’s an involved process but the kind of thing that can just happen in the background while you get on with other stuff in the house – and the results are, even if I say so myself, well worth it!  Certainly better than eating the oranges straight off the tree.





After a lifetime of living in England, I’ve become a convert to winter breaks to somewhere sunny; even if it’s only for a long weekend, it’s nice to remember that the sky isn’t always grey, or full of little holes to let all that water in.  Mind you, on the day we arrived in Seville for a short break earlier in February, I think we saw as much rain as we get in an average month in London!  I apologise for bringing it with us.  And, thankfully, over the next couple of days the weather got warmer and brighter.

The cathedral tower, originally the Minaret of the mosque previously in this place, dominates the old city

I found Sevilla to be quite a surprise.  In particular, it’s larger than I’d anticipated – one of those cities where you realise that even after spending a few days, you’d left rather a lot unseen and undone – I could certainly imagine going back sometime to fill a few of those gaps.  The old city is also very well preserved and it was an absolute delight to wander through the narrow cobbled streets of the old city.

We were lucky to be here before the famous oranges had been harvested.  Hopefully I may reacquaint myself with some of them at breakfast sometime in the future!  We tried one to see whether they really were as sour as their reputation.  Bad move; the fact that they are all left on the trees through the city is a pretty big clue….

Sevilla is very photogenic, with its combination of attractive buildings, warm colours and lovely light.  Evidence of its history is everywhere, with a combination of Moorish and Catholic architecture, often in the same buildings that have been repurposed over the centuries.  The Alcazar Real is a perfect example:

And as mentioned above, even the cathedral was formed from a re-used and extended mosque.  Interesting, though, that given the city at one point housed a large Jewish population (dating from many centuries BC), and there is still an old Jewish quarter (Juderia, now known as Santa Cruz), evidence of their part in Sevilla’s history has almost entirely been eradicated following the inquisition in the 15th Century.  Synagogues became churches and the one remaining mikvah (ritual bath) is now used as a storage space in the basement of a bar.  Astonishing and sad how evidence of a population that was once one of the great centres of the Jewish world has been almost completely eradicated.  I wonder whether future generations will be saying something similar about other populations who are having to flee in horrible circumstances in the modern era?… It doesn’t feel as if we tend to learn terribly much from all the mistakes made in the past.

Part of the old Juderia district – the church to the right was originally a synagogue.

An unforgettable evening was spent in a tiny theatre (28 person capacity) in an indoor market originally used for the Inquisition, watching a flamenco performance.  In such a contained and tiny space, the power of the performance was almost overwhelming – not necessarily a particularly easy or enjoyable experience (the raw emotion made for hard listening), but certainly memorable.


As this is mostly a photography-themed blog, I suppose a word about equipment is in order…. all the photos on this trip were taken with a Fuji X100S, which was a perfect travel camera for a city trip.  The images were all JPEGs too, with minor post processing when I got home, but the files straight out of the camera already looked lovely.  The colours in particular are a delight.  On occasion I went up to ISO3200 (eg the image above, and one or two others) and still got usable shots in difficult circumstances.  It’s taken me some time with the X100 but I think I’m finally starting to connect with it.  A few more final images in the mosaic below (if you click on it you should be able to bring up larger photos) – if they encourage you to consider a trip to Sevilla, well, job done.




If you go down to the woods today

Well I was in for not so much of a surprise to be honest.

After a domestic day on Saturday, I was keen to get out even for just a short while to get some fresh air and a change of scene.  When I woke up on Sunday morning it was grey and dismal as any average British winter day, but there was just a hint of a glow in the sky, so I decided an early morning drive around the South Circular to Richmond Park was in order – hoping to find some of the deer that have thrived there since the reign of Charles I.

I’ve never been at this time of the year before; the autumn time is the most popular, because that is the rutting season – and the colours are lovely.  Sadly that is also the season when every camera enthusiast with a huge lens (and bright red kagoule, just to make sure they are doubly irritating) seemingly turns up to surround the poor animals and machine gun a few hundred shots at the highest continuous rate their dSLRs can manage, in the hope that one or two of them will turn out good.  So, no rutting for me on this occasion.  No dSLR with huge lens either (and no continuous shooting).  I did have to frame one or two shots carefully though, to avoid the one other photographer I came across…..who had come complete with the red kagoule!


These images were all taken with a Fuji X-T1 and 55-200 lens and the combination performed admirably.  Using the electronic shutter is nice too, because the camera is utterly silent in this mode – no noise to disturb the early Sunday morning bird song (and distant thunder of aircraft heading towards Heathrow).


The images were all shot in raw and processed with Iridient Developer, which seems to do a really nice job now I’m starting to get used to it.  It’s not a complete solution because there are some things that still need to be done in a package like Lightroom (vignetting, for example, if you choose to use it), but it definitely does a great job with demosaicing the Fuji’s X Trans files.


I don’t actually use the 55-200 lens all that much; as I get older I appear to get wider, sadly in more way than one, but I really should use this telephoto more often; it’s quite a step up from the consumer level zooms I’ve used in other systems in the past, both in terms of build and image quality – I’m always pleasantly surprised when I do give it a try.  I’ve saved probably my favourite image ’til last – I spent quite some time just watching this handsome young stag who really didn’t seem to care terribly much about my presence. What beautiful creatures!  This short wander into the park was a real tonic and highlight of the weekend – a moment to escape the hustle and bustle and just be.





Random stuff and some weirdness!

Well I can’t remember ever seeing graffiti inspired by ageing and let’s be honest slightly unfashionable rock band Supertramp before… and then I came across this plastered on the side of a local building on my way to Brixton tube station this week.  The lyrics are from ‘The Logical Song’, a protest against the education system which hit the record players (not ‘turntables’ in those days) all of 35+ years ago.  Funny how the lyrics seem quite appropriate in a different modern context too.

Little did I know that my journey was, however, about to get a whole lot worse…. this was the sight that greeted me once I’d reached the tube – it took nearly 10 minutes to get to the platform.  It was a good service.  Alternative facts.  Reminder to self: need to start cycling to work again soon.


On a much more pleasant note, however, I recently visited Bristol, where I went to college many decades ago (not so long after The Logical Song had charted, actually) and had a wonderful weekend with a group of friends some of whom I’d barely seen since the  mid-1980s.  It was amazing how, despite so many experiences we’d all variously had over the intervening years, we just clicked, picked up where we’d left off and the time just dissolved.  I think we even convinced ourselves that we’d barely aged… well, until someone rather unhelpfully dug out some old photos from the time and posted a reminder on Facebook.  Reminder to self: don’t read Facebook.

Despite being quite keen on the whole photography thing, I only took a few shots during the trip because catching up with each other was a bigger priority.  We spent a lovely afternoon in and around Clifton and here are a few images around the famous suspension bridge built by Brunel to cross the Avon Gorge:




And a last thought from Clifton Village before I sign off – couldn’t agree more….