autumn..

When there's more rain than shine, more damp than dry and you trade beer gardens for cosy fires it's when autumns arrived. It's not that I don't like waterproof trousers but I can't wear them everyday - and it's the getting caught out that tests my patience. Autumn does also stand for crumbles, chutney making, rain rain more glorious rain, shorter evenings, log fires and all of those beautiful burnt amber leaves..

pump track..

I'm finally getting around to some long awaited scanning of some projects I have been working on recently. Above is the first of a bunch of scans that I was excitedly up late last night processing.

Maybe I should call it 'feet...burgers'.

my favourite model..

even though he spilt coffee on the backdrop..

triscombe and rain.. and then mud.

other side of the lens..

its me and of course I got it flatter.. flat as a laptop..or tabletop..whichever you prefer. it was the lights or the trigger or something..cheers pie.

three things..

First and foremost - award winning hands of Rebecca Harley - Well done - First Place in the Press photographers Year Multimedia Category - FIRST PLACE!!!! You superstar - and you didn't even need to shoot pictures of poor people, dead people or pretend not to pose stuff up. See it here....and see the other winners here....yes well done to Mr Oil Scraff too..

Secondly saw this van on our street for the second time recently - and it reminded me of Timmay and his van.... I had a phone call from the mechanic taking a look at the problem with the diff and the rear axle etc.. (self diagnosed obviously)...wheels fell off when he was driving it. safety first.

Thirdly - our cat Meg did lots of meowing this morning.

pump track..

kung. pump track.