She would never say where she came from Yesterday don't matter if it's gone While the sun is bright or in the darkest night No one knows She comes and goes
I went through the pictures from the Wardrobe gig last Wednesday again - I didn't think I had any really nice ones. But I found this, 50mm f1.8 again, meant I could shoot at 1/40th sec in a dark bar. Great news really.
Apparently lomo is sooo hip hop. Good job that worked out then. I did some pictures for this guy down in Bristol. A good friend of mine who is working hard making music.
Well while that Macfiend is on the phone to his ladyfriend - and despite the rather nice Argentinean Malbec just to my left - there is just time to post a picture today. H liked this one... somehow fitting, so here we go.
I have a thing for reflections. Looking at stuff from the other side, seeing stuff inside out, bounced back at you all mixed up. Two in one. This is Cahors market in June, a picture of summer for a dark autumn evening.
There are some old pictures that never get used for anything. Sometimes they are even favourite shots for random reasons. A prime example is the croissant picture. It is not my kitchen or my croissant.